Today's prompt is to write a visual poem, or a poem that takes on visual elements. I'm not certain how I'm going to approach it, but I'll be here to post it when I do!
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Okay, I need to play catch-up, here! I haven’t gotten to post for a couple of days, so this will be a long one! Hang in there with me!
For Monday, the prompt was to write an aubade. Napowrimo.net describes an aubade as, “morning poems, about dawn and daybreak. Many aubades take the form of lovers’ morning farewells, but . . . “ The challenge was to write an aubade to Monday, so here goes! Monday Aubade The moon watches The sun awaken Knowing that few Will welcome its shine. The moon snickers Just a bit To hear the cries, “Just a little more time!” The challenge for yesterday was to write a poem about money. There were so many ways to go with this one, but this is what I ended up with: Evil Roots You are touted As the root Of all evil. Actually, it’s The love of you. I weep not for your Poor reputation. I feel you’ve plenty Of love to see you through. Today’s prompt is to write a palinode. A palinode is a poem in which you retract an earlier opinion. Here is mine: Palinode on a Friend At first, she was An intolerable bore. At first, she thought Herself above The likes of me. At firs,t she looked As though she smelled The rankest of odors As I walked into the room. At last, she looked As though I might Be interesting. At last, she thought She might be wrong. At last, she is The greatest friend That I could Ever know. That was for you, Shelly! Whew! Finally caught up! Thanks for sticking with me! I’ll see you all tomorrow! I apologize for missing yesterday's post. So, I chose to use my favorite Emily Dickinson poem.
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me. The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drive. He knew no haste, And I had put away My labor and my leisure, too, for His civility. We passed the school where children strove at recess in the ring. We passed The fields of gazing grain. We passed the setting sun. Or rather, He passed us. The dews drew quivering And chill, for only gossamer My gown. My tippet only tulle. We passed before a house That seemed a swelling of the ground. The roof was scarcely visible. The cornice in the ground. Since then 'tis centuries, And yet feels shorter than the day, I first surmised the horses' heads were toward eternity. The next prompt is to, to a degree, rewrite one of Emily Dickenson poems. She is known for using dashes in her poems. It has long been a mystery what the purpose of them is. The challenge, should you choose, is to write one of Dickenson's poems in a block. take out all dashes and line breaks and try breaking them yourself. Once again, I chose not to use the prompt, today. That being said, this is my .poem for today:
Grey Man The grey man, The drifter, The man Who wasn't there. The silent man, The shadow man, The man who Wasn't seen. The vagabond, The wanderer, The man who Never scared. The roamer, The ghost The man who Was never there. Okay. I didn't follow the prompt. I did write a poem, however.
Confusion Confusion, Delusion, Contusion, A bruise upon The psyche. I'm left with The memories of A madman, Inflicting The wounds I spend my life Licking. Today's prompt is to write a non-traditional love --or lovelorn-- poem. That is to write it without the cliches or typical trappings. Happy writing! My poem for the star prompt is followed by the next prompt.
STARS Stars in her eyes. Stars in her eyes. She looked at the world With stars in her eyes. Everything sparkled. Everything was good. Nothing was evil. Nothing was black. Those days are Gone, now. Those days are Through. I wish I could bring Those days back, But she's older now, And those stars see Dimly through the Fog of experience. The next prompt from napowrimo.net is to write a "fourteener." A fourteener can be any length, as long as each line is fourteen syllables. Four lines, forty lines, or fourteen lines, it matters not. It can rhyme or not. The original fourteeners were written in iambic pentameter, a stressed syllable followed by an unstressed syllable, but that isn't even a requirement anymore! Happy writing! Since today's prompt was not yet up when I posted my entry, I am posting it now. It is simply this: Write a poem about the stars. The napowrimo site suggests writing about the constellations, the characters for whom the constellations were named, how you felt when you first saw them. I propose taking it even wider. Think of movie stars or rock stars or the star of your life. As they say on the NAPOWRIMO site, it need not be a serious poem. A fun poem is fine, too. I day downright silly is wonderful, too! Happy writing!
As I told you yesterday, the prompt for today's poem is to write a poem describing something by what it is not. Here is my contribution for today:
I met a man The other day. He was not selfish Nor unkind. He didn't have A mean word to say. The man I met was Not judgemental, Nor did he think Himself better Than his fellow man. He was not quarrelsome Nor did he lose patience. Intrigued by this man I met, I asked his name. He looked at me, With question in his eyes And replied, "Did you not know? My name is Love." This is my prompt in response to yesterday's prompt. It's a little long, so stick with me, and I'll post today's prompt at the end.
The Brandenburg Gate I don’t suppose I’ll ever return To the Brandenburg Gate in Germany. I’m certainly not in any shape To return to Germany To see the glorious Brandenburg Gate. I no longer have the strength To walk through the Brandenburg Gate In Germany. I am certain I’ll never walk Through the Brandenburg Gate Like I told my teacher I would, some day. I’ll never be able to keep That promise I made Long ago, to a teacher I no longer know, In Germany, Across the wall From the Brandenburg Gate. I suppose it’s just as well. I haven’t the funds Or the means Or the strength To walk through that Gate So, I’ll walk through it In my imagination. Today's prompt from napowrimo.net is to write a poem of negation. That is a poem where you describe something by what it is NOT. |
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