Gather round, poets. We have an unique challenge for the new month; called a naani poem. Naani means: expressing one and all in the Telugu language. This form originated in India from Telugu poet, Dr. N. Gopi. A naani has four lines with a total of 20-25 syllables and no title. See the example and guidelines below.
Reúnanse, poetas. Un reto poético único para el mes nuevo; un poema naani. La palabra naani significa: expresándolo todo en el idioma telugu. Esta forma originó en la India, del poeta Telugu, Dr. N. Gopi. Son cuatro líneas con un total de 20 a 25 sílabas, no títulado. Ve el ejemplo y las pautas más adelante.

Naani example
bifocals on my nose
to read or drive
I am no longer far sighted
distant memories
–Rebecca Cuningham, 6 June 2022
Traducción
leer, conducir
lentes sobre nariz
No hipermétrope
memorias lejanas
–traducción de Rebecca Cuningham
The Challenge
Write a non-rhyming poem, 4 lines about something that has changed over time, in English or Spanish. Deadline: Sunday 6/12, noon CST. G-rated please. If you are a blogger, please publish your poem on your website with the hashtag #ffpoemapop and link to this page by 5/12. If you are a poet at large, please post your poem below by June 12. I’ll publish a post with your poems next Tuesday, June 14!
El reto poético
Escribe un poema sin rima, 4 líneas acerca de algo que ha cambiado con el tiempo, en español o en inglés. La fecha de entrega es el domingo 12 junio, al mediodía (Chicago). Para todas las audiencias por favor. Los escritores que tengan su propio sitio web, favor de publicar tu poema en tu blog con la etiqueta #ffpoemapop y haga un enlace a este artículo antes del 12 junio. Los escritores que sean damas y caballeros andantes, favor de añadir tu poema a los comentarios abajo antes del 12 junio. ¡Publicaré un artículo con sus poemas el próximo martes,14 junio!
¡Gracias! ¡Olé! –Rebecca

I am not a poet, but I will share it with some friends!!
I am sure they will be interested.
Thanks for bringing this good initiative.
You are very generous.
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Thank you for telling your poet friends about the challenge, Devang!
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I wish you do some health blog challenge 😅
I will wait for that
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Touche, Devang. Four years ago I did a related topic. See what you think: https://fakeflamenco.com/2018/09/19/live-long-and-prosper/
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Right. Having been missing for two months, I must get my poetic house in order. You have as usual set the bar rather high!
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Dear Margaret, thanks so much for the compliment. Look forward to reading your poem!
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Gotta write it first!
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Fortunately, naanis are short and non-thyming.
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Anyone may remember Learning as a chore or days when boredom settled in now craving more.
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Great summer vacation poem, thanks!
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I really love the rhymes.
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I will give it a go. Thank you!😊
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Thank you, Suzette! The last line of my poem is a tip of the hat to your word play in poems.
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Thank you! 😊
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I am oculus sinister
now left to see
a suddenly
monocular world
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Well said, Lou. You’re a quick pen for these challenges and pithy also.
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Brilliant poem as usual Lou!
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Thanks for your supportive comments, Kim!
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🙂
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A great blog….. I’ve read and love it. Right now, I cannot drop like and comment as it’s telling me to sign in, will share my views on it tomorrow.
I love how you have written a well researched blog. Yes, I’ve read that Americans spend $12,530/person on healthcare. A well written blog. I love how well researched blog you write. I have tremendous respect for that.
I wish you a beautiful day ahead, keep shining
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Thanks for your comment here. Yes, our family members spend that much on health care and insurance. Thanks for your kind words. Have a great day.
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I’ve got a little poem brewing, about memories…… Trouble is, I’m really bad at counting syllables! This could take some time!
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Thanks for your message, Kim. You might write a poem of 2-5 words per line and then check your syllable count. I like counting by the “chin method,” which a favorite taught me. Speak your poem aloud with your hand under your chin with your knuckles touching your chin. As you speak, count the times your chin moves downward. Let me know if that method works for you 🙂
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Um, counting and speaking at the same time??? What dread magic is this?!?!? 🙂
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Hee hee. Word by word? Or with a friendly cheesemaker taking notes on the number for each word?
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He doesn’t do poetry!
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My partner doesn’t either! What I do is literally count on my fingers for each line, true confessions.
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Great idea for poems!!
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Thanks, Carolyn! Tempted?
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When I was young
Burnt beans held no appeal
Now I too am exhausted
I see you, coffee
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Excellent! Thanks for your caffeinated participation 😉
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Oh , I feel that one!
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I can see clearly now the Java’s gone (meaning finished the cup).
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Ouch!
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Ouch? For lack of coffee? It was a play on the song “I can see clearly now the rain is gone…” No pain implied : )
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I was ouching for the pun/ play on words! Maybe that’s an English thing! 🙃
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Thanks, Sadje! Good poem and photo for our then and now theme. 🙂
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Hi Rebecca, here’s my poem;
http://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/06/08/june-poetry-challenge-a-naani/
Thanks
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Thank you for your poem, Sadje. Aging joints are useful weather detectors!
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Thanks Rebecca! Mine actually don’t react to the weather. But I’ve heard stories from others.
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I remember when I remembered, but I forget what I’ve forgotten! Welcome to the poetry challenge. 🙂
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Hi Rebecca! I have a naani poem up at my blog now- here it is for completeness:
Grey dawn is a stranger
Yet I remember
Gulls on a clay flat beach
Frost sparkling a forbidden lawn
I think I counted correctly….. 🙂
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I love this. Memories of winter, behind us … just for a while.
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Yes, seems so far away until it is here again. 🙂
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Thank you Margaret!
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So awesome how the poets support one another. Love it!
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Hi Rebecca! Here’s my poem-
https://memptyblog.wordpress.com/2022/06/09/a-naani/
This is my first time taking up a challenge, I enjoyed it and tried my best. I hope you like it.
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Thank you for participating! Wonderful naani poem.
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Here is mine: https://oddsends707138946.wordpress.com/2022/06/09/marguerites-after-the-rain-by-britta-benson/
Enjoyed the challenge, as per usual, and I learned something new. So here goes. My first naani. Thanks for the challenge, Rebecca.
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Thanks, Britta. I enjoyed your description of flowers after a rain in naani form.
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Hello Rebecca,
Thank you for the great inspiration and a fun challenge. Here is my take;
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Beautiful roses and poem. Thank you, Suzette!
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My pleasure. I wish the photo was my own…sigh.
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Well, your focus on writing has yielded wonderful results! Maybe a photography class in your future, if you like.
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Yes, photography classes would help. Thank you, Rebecca. Cheers.
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I think they can help everyone but my brother-in-law who takes The definitive photo every time!
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Ah he is talented!!. My photos are fledgling amateurish captures at best. Nevertheless, I enjoy taking photos.
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It took a while for my muse to get her act together, and I’m not convinced she’s cooperating fully. She’s certainly not being given house-room on my blog while I’m still in Balkans mood!
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I must have changed somewhat –
and yet at seventy five
don’t feel as if
I’ve ever quite grown up
All the same, this is an interesting form which I’ll add to the armoury. Thanks, Rebecca!
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Very well expressed, Margaret. I think you have a questing spirit like Egeria.
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That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me all week! Thanks!
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You’re welcome, Margaret.
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