Stuck In “The Office” – A Poem by Lylanne Musselman

Welcome to Writing Prompt Pit Stop! I’ve been remiss here a few months due to preparing to move back home to IN. But I haven’t stopped writing or submitting my work. Here is my poem posted today on Poetry Breakfast. Enjoy!

I will be back posting Writing Prompts and my musings in July!

Keep writing!
Lylanne

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Stuck In “The Office”

The office is where
my young cousins and I
were shooed off to
whenever the restaurant
got too busy on a weekend
night after a ball game
that brought in hoards
of youth…not much older
than we were…for pizza
and pop, sometimes
the works of everything
out of the fountain, called
a “suicide.”

If we were not sent to
that office, we could get
run down by the teens
pouring into the hottest
restaurant in town, or
burnt by the busy pizza
paddles lifting those pies
in and out of the huge Bunn
ovens, or we could accidentally
trip a waitress carrying
trays full of drinks to
thirsty athletes or cheerleaders.

We always wanted
to be part of the action,
inside that office we could
hear the roar of voices,
the laughter, the excitement
of a world going on without us.
I wonder if that’s why

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NaPoWriMo #18 – The Office

Welcome to Writing Prompt Pit Stop! Day 18 of NaPoWriMo, and I’m still sticking with the April PAD Challenge…at least for now. Today’s prompt was to write about an office…and I didn’t really write about the office, but of a memory of being sent to one in my childhood. I certainly will work with this one more, as I didn’t get to spend as much time with it today as I would’ve liked. Anyway, here is my poem, “Stuck in “The Office,” the prompt used, and the Napowrimo prompt:

Stuck in “The Office”

The office is where
my young cousins and I
were shooed off to
whenever the restaurant
got too busy on a weekend
night after a ball game
that brought in hoards
of youth…not much older
than we were…for pizza
and pop, sometime’s
the works of everything
out of the fountain, called
a “suicide.”

If we were not sent to
that office, we could get
run down by the teens
pouring into the hottest
restaurant in town, or
burnt by the busy pizza
paddles lifting those pies
in and out of the huge Bunn
ovens, or we could accidentally
trip a waitress carrying
trays full of drinks to
thirsty athletes or cheerleaders.

We always wanted
to be part of the action,
inside that office we could
hear the roar of voices,
the laughter, the excitement
of a world going on without
us…and I wonder if that’s why
the appeal of being holed up
in an office as an adult seems
more like a prison than a
place that I really want to be.

The Day 18 PAD Challenge prompt:

Another Monday, eh? For some, Mondays equate to “back to the office” day.

For today’s prompt, write an office poem. Maybe this is related to your work, but maybe this is a poem at a dentist’s office, doctor’s office, bank office, office in a car factory, or some other type of office.

The Day 18 Napowrimo prompt:

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore. My grandfather and mother, in particular, used several phrases I’ve rarely heard any others say, and I also absorbed certain ways of talking living in Charleston, South Carolina that I don’t hear on a daily basis in Washington, DC. Coax your ear and your voice backwards, and write a poem that speaks the language of home, and not the language of adulthood, office, or work.

Keep writing!

Lylanne

NaPoWriMo #16 – Restaurants

Welcome to Writing Prompt Pit Stop! We’re beginning the downside of the month since we passed the mid-point yesterday. So, on Day 16 of NaPoWriMo, I’ve chosen the April PAD Challenge again…only because I was on the road to IN for five hours, took in a movie with my daughters, and spent family time tonight…so I had to squeeze in another quickie poem today…but at least I’m writing something everyday. As the last few days, I will post the prompt that I used, and the NaPoWriMo prompt, right after my poem, “The Hoosier Royal Feast.” Enjoy!

The Hoosier Royal Feast

Pizza is one of my favorite vices,
and I confess I’ve had many slices!
Most places the pies are angle cut
into triangles, but not my Indiana
favorite: Pizza King. Their round
pies are all cut into tasty squares,
thin crust, just enough to crunch.
You won’t find the normal round
pepperoni slices, instead it’s all ground.
Those other places have pizzas
with everything, some even call them
“deluxe,” or “the works” but my home-
town haunt calls it the Royal Feast –
a savory pizza experience fit
for a pizza queen…or king.

The Day 16 PAD Challenge prompt:

For today’s prompt, write a poem about (or at) a food establishment. You could pick on a chain like Taco Bell or McDonald’s, sure, but maybe there’s a local favorite–or some special dive. Heck, maybe that place where you took your first date or got your first job. Have fun with it, and if you need to do a little research, go out for something to eat.

The Day 16 NaPoWriMo prompt:

Today, I challenge you to fill out, in no more than five minutes, the following “Almanac Questionnaire,” which solicits concrete details about a specific place (real or imagined). Then write a poem incorporating or based on one or more of your answers. Happy writing!

Almanac Questionnaire

Weather:

Flora:

Architecture:

Customs:

Mammals/reptiles/fish:

Childhood dream:

Found on the Street:

Export:

Graffiti:

Lover:

Conspiracy:

Dress:

Hometown memory:

Notable person:

Outside your window, you find:

Today’s news headline:

Scrap from a letter:

Animal from a myth:

Story read to children at night:

You walk three minutes down an alley and you find:

You walk to the border and hear:
What you fear:

Picture on your city’s postcard:

If you get something that you want to share, post it in comments!

Keep writing!

Lylanne

NaPoWriMo #6 – Food

Welcome to Writing Prompt Pit Stop! Here we are at Day 6 of NaPoWriMo and the challenge today was to write a poem about food. Now, that’s a deep and tasty subject. I was going to write a lot longer poem, but again am running short on time. So, I liked writing the Lune form poem on Day 1 and decided to go with another here – using 5 words, 3 words, and 5 words again. I chose one of my all time favorite foods from childhood till now. So, following is my poem “My Favorite Food,” and then the prompt is directly after. Enjoy!

 
My Favorite Food

Aroma eats away my willpower,
entices with slices,
pepperoni, cheese: pizza, everyday please.

The Day 6 prompt:

Write a poem about food. This could be a poem about a particular food, or about your relationship to food in general. Or it could simply be a poem relating an incident that involves food, like David Ignatow’s “The Bagel”. Still not convinced? Perhaps these thirteen food poems will give you some inspiration.

If you get something that you want to share, feel free to post in comments below!

Keep writing!

Lylanne

Writing Prompt Pit Stop

Welcome to Writing Prompt Pit Stop! Last evening while back in Hartford City, Indiana, a town that I lived in for 25 years of my adult life, and that I grew up in…at my uncle’s restaurant (I was 9 years old when he opened it, and started as a dishwasher at 13, and a waitress at 14!), I revisited a lot of memories. I was there to go to the funeral home for my ex-father-in-law’s visitation. He was the first of my two grown daughters’ grandparents to pass away. When I divorced their dad 31 years ago, it was not a pretty one (not that divorces ever are, and there was a strain and strife that someday I will write about but this is not the time). His death brought back a lot of memories, a lot of good ones that I’d had with my in-laws and that I hadn’t thought of in years, because for some reason the bad ones seem to take precedence. There was some healing and some closure, for me at least, as I talked to my daughters’ aunts and uncles – people at one time I called brothers and sisters for eight years. In addition, I spent a few hours with my elderly parents who came to the funeral home as well. And, then the three of us went to the Pizza King for supper before I headed back home to Toledo.

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This also brought back memories for me, because when my uncle opened his restaurant it was a Pizza King franchise. However, about four years later he wanted to bring a few new items onto the menu and the restaurant for a time was called the Homestead-Pizza King; then eventually he broke with the franchise and it was called Homestead Keg & Kettle, and then for a time Carben’s Keg & Kettle until he and my aunt retired from the restaurant business. My uncle, Ben Hodgin, is now the mayor of Hartford City. Times do change, but just stepping into a Pizza King restaurant – the aroma of those particular pizzas, bring memories back, as do the tastes. Nothing tastes like those pizzas…and believe me, I’ve eaten a lot of pizzas all over this country! I’m rattling on about memories and pizza, so guess what your thirty-fifth writing prompt deals with?

“Memories are a Royal Feast

1) In your daybook write about a food that whenever you smell it or taste it, you are back at a certain time in life, or a special place. Who are the people you are with? Can you describe how that food tastes? How it looks? How it smells? Remember those senses help bring your writing to life.

2) Pizza King was started in Muncie, Indiana, and it is pretty much an Indiana staple…when you don’t live in Indiana they’re pretty hard to find, if they even exist outside of the state’s borders. It’s the same with White Castle – you can’t find those all over the U.S., and around Toledo we have Tony Packo’s…so why not write about a regional restaurant or a regional food that’s not found everywhere. What about when you move and don’t even think about what restaurants or foods that you’re going to miss, that could bring out a lot of good writing.

3) Maybe as I was writing about my first jobs, or my divorce, or going to a funeral home…that brought up some ideas for you to explore. With any of these prompts, set aside 10 minutes and write as much as you can…if you find that you have more than 10 minutes worth coming out on the page, great! Keep going until you come to a natural stop.

4) With any of these prompts you can tailor them into a poem, a piece of fiction, an essay, a memoir, or even a 10 minute play. All you need to do is get your ideas down on paper, and the decide which genre you want to work in, then add/delete whatever is needed to make the best piece possible. Remember the real art of writing is being able to find the right word(s), making those good images, etc. That won’t always come in the first draft, and sometimes not even in the third…or thirty-third. It takes tenacity and a desire to write well.

As with all writing, this “Memories are a Royal Feast” writing should be fun! And I remind you that if you ever want to share any successes or attempts that you get from these prompts, don’t hesitate to let me know. You can contact me here.

Look for another prompt next Wednesday! Until then, keep writing!

Lylanne