Onomatopoeia -- Finally, a poem

 I started this project back on January 22 based on Kathy Steinemann's List. Today it finally "jelled".

Onomatopoeia

GREEN TEA – peep, beep, cheep

SILVER PIN – ping, ding, ca-ching

GRAY DAY – bay, bray, neigh

RED PEPPER – belch, bellow, squelch

BLACK CAT – bang, blat, clang

OLIVE SOCK – bong, bonk, gong

AUBURN DOG – honk, squawk, zonk

TURQUOISE TOY – boink, boing, doink

ORANGE DOOR – snore, snort, roar

ROSE BOAT – drone, crow, moan

WOODEN HOOK – poof, ploof, woof

BLUE MOON – coo, moo, achoo

A CUP OF MUSTARD – klunk, crunch, kerplunk

PURPLE SHIRT – burp, burble, chirp

BROWN COW – growl, meow, howl

WH[I]TE T[I]E – ch[i]me, gr[i]nd, wh[i]ne

 

Have fun with the sounds from zinggg to aaack

And praatice the colors to keep you on track.

Communications

On CNN, Sanjay Gupta is doing a podcast about the effect social media may be having on his daughters. He feels that learning to communicate with one's peers is crucial during the teen years; however he is worried about the effect that our current social media channels of communication may be having.  

When my son was a parent, he worried about the time my eldest grandson spent online playing interactive games with other people on the internet. Not that my son stayed away from these games, himself, even as an adult. 

When my children were little, parents worried about the amount of time their kids spent sitting mindlessly watching the TV screen.  (I do think playing video games or gossiping on Facebook is better than totally passive TV watching.)

When I was an adolescent, a typical cartoon of a teenage girl showed a kid yakking endlessly on the phone with her friends, monopolizing it at the expense of the entire family and sometimes also the neighbors who were on the same party line.  Not in my family.  I was restricted to a total of 10 phone minutes per day.  I spent the entire allotment on my boyfriend.

Did people communicate more (or less) skillfully during long-ago eras when all words were either face to face or via formal, well-thought-out, hand-written letters? Good question.

Still 3 words ...

Snapping Hip Syndrome.  But now I have lots of daily stretches and exercises to try to cure it. 

Still no "5 stories" have shown up.  What was my subconscious trying to tell me?

I meet with my physical therapist, again, a little later this morning. Maybe the stories will grow out of this effort.

Three Words, Five Stories

I kept dreaming that phrase last night. What are the 3 words? Maybe "snapping hip syndrome". I have my first physical therapy appointment this morning to try to do something about my right hip which keeps snapping. 

And how about the 5 stories? No idea. Maybe they are still to come.

Modal Poems

 I finally managed to write some poems around "Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda" and a couple of other modal verbs.  They're on a page with many kinds of Reductions.  They're in the form of dialogs.  When you read them don't say the people's names (in italics).

Here they are:

Bob: Didja gotatha store?

John: No, but I woulda.

Bob: How come? Why not?

John: It rained.

Bob: Well, ya coulda!
And we’re all outta milk.
So really, you shoulda.

Andy: I hafta go.

Judy: Too bad. Ya gotta?

Andy: My cat needs her dinner.
So, truly, -- I oughtta.

Sarah: She mighta said something 'bouta meeting!.

Louise: I thought you were taking notes!

Sarah: I musta missed some dates and stuff.
I only wrote down quotes.