NaPoWriMo 2018-30 -- Day 30, the year's final Poem here

My final 'poem', #30 of 30, for the 2018 NaPoWriMo -- Yay!!!

 [ my photo, http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/04/biscuit-biscuit-while-staying-at.html ]
 

A Day spent for Henry Lautrec;

  by product a Cézanne original find; and
a true poem about the author's travels  

 

I museum for the classics

Favorites touristing are three

Paul Cézanne and Vincent VanGogh

and then short lifed* Henri Lautrec
 

 

We automobiled up from Caunes-

Minervois France to Albi on

the River Tarn.  Breakfasted on

the way at a Farmers Market
 

Louis Pascal I by Toulouse-Lautrec

Wiki Commons

 

Albi cherubs Henri Lautrec

His birthplace city pretty town

The Toulouse-Lautrec Museum,

it panhandles for your visit
 

 

Signed "no photography" almost

Cameraed this beauty amongst

the Lautrecs before I stop-signed 

a beauty typical Cézanne

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Photos and Poem Copyright, 2018 and 2006 and 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
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 - I'm linked with brudberg at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads; http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/thirty-poems-in-april-final-in-verbs.html 
 - We were instructed to make verbs from existing nouns.  My verbs are printed in RED.  I think none of my verbs here are in the dictionary as verbs but they may be.  It was hard and some of mine are removed somewhat from the real verb that I wanted to use.

 - I'm also linked with the National Poem Write a Month for my NaPoWriMo, Day 30 Poem at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirty-4/ .  Here we were to discus a little of an artist or work of art or other that is little known.  The Henri Toulouse-Lautrec Museum at Albi does not promote the work of Paul Cézanne, I just happened on this original walking around. 

 - *Note: Henri died at age 37: (link)
        Born: 24 November, 1864 - Albi, France
        Died: 9 September, 1901 - Paris, France
    I have a print of his cousin and friend, Louis Pascal, framed for my study.
  - We've stayed at different times in each of these artist's towns or very close nearby:
      My Albi trip posts ( http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=albi )
      The museum and town finds ( Googled Links )
      Henri Toulouse-Lautrec ( Googled Links )
      Paul Cézanne ( Googled Links )

NaPoWriMo 2018-29 -- Day 29, "When you're out"

 

When you're out on the town;

  dine, drink, play, and be safe

 

You're eating crawfish, savor the last four, end unless you suck their heads.

 

If you're out boozing, have designated driver,  or you go to jail.

 

When you're bowling, make sure your shoes are tied, trip and you'll go down the lane.

 

And if you go pee, make sure to wash your hands twice, before and after. 

 

( A four set "American Sentence Haiku/Senryū" form poem ) 

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Photos and Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
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 - I'm linked with Fireblossom at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads; http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/fireblossom-friday-this-is-almost-end.html 

 - Fireblossom discussed 'endings' as this is near the end of April, the National Poetry Month.  This will be he next to last 'poem' I write, one more tomorrow, then the end.  Her instructions are "... let's write about almost-endings. Endings that haven't happened yet, but are surely close at hand." 
 - No specific form was prescribed, we could pick and choose.  I chose the "American Sentence Haiku/Senryū" form."  It has seventeen sentences in each sentence, even one sentence could stand alone and be a poem in itself.  For more about the American Sentence and Haiku and Senryū poetry forms, click here) 
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 - I'm also linked with the National Poem Write a Month for my NaPoWriMo, Day 28 Poem at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-4/ .
 - Today was Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Day at the NaPoWriM0 site linked above.  We were asked to choose one of ten of Plath's poems and write our thoughts after words.  I chose her poem, "Event" (link).   I felt the last five lines were approaching the poet's end, and are repeated below:

"A small white soul is waving, a small white maggot.
My limbs, also, have left me.
Who has dismembered us?

The dark is melting. We touch like cripples."

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