Tag: poetry

Poem 20150409

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So today, the #NaPoWriMo poetry prompt is this:

Our prompt for the day (optional, as always) plays of our resources. Today, I challenge you to write a visual poem. If that’s not specific enough, perhaps you can try your hand at a calligram? That’s a poem or other text in which the words are arranged into a specific shape or image. You might find inspiration in the famous calligrams written by Guillaume Apollinaire. And a word to the wise — the best way to cope with today’s exercise may well be to abandon your keyboard, and sit down with paper and pen (and maybe crayons or colored pencils or markers!)

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                               meyou
                          me arch bridge you
                      me arch bridge obstacle you
                   me bridge obstacle arch bridge you
      brick stone brick                          stone brick stone
     stone  brick stone                          brick stone  brick
stone brick stone brick                          brick  stone brick stone
earth earth earth earth  water water  water water earth earth earth earth
earth earth earth earth  water water  water water earth earth earth earth
earth earth earth earth water d r a g o n s water earth earth earth earth

Poem 20150408

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Today’s #NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a

… a palinode. And what’s that? It’s a poem in which the poet retracts a statement made in an earlier poem. You could take that route or, if you don’t have an actual poetically-expressed statement you want to retract, maybe you could write a poem in which you explain your reasons for changing your mind about something. It could be anything from how you decided that you like anchovies after all to how you decided that annoying girl was actually cool enough that you married her.

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you can’t unwish the third wish,
she says
she doesn’t remind you of genie
and you don’t want to put her in a bottle
but you wouldn’t mind seeing her in a harem outfit

you shake your head to concentrate

i don’t want to unwish anything
you say
i want to wish all the wishes
the only thing i want to take back
is what i said about taking it back

you want to take back what you took back
she asks
on the verge of smiling

you hear an ankle bracelet strung with bells
tinkling
and you think of persia

Poem 20150407b

crow

i want to count
your fingers
and toes
just like you’re a baby
one-two-three-four-five
done four times
count them all
count the nails
and give each one a squeeze
and a shake
a “this little piggy went to market”
a game
and i’ll
make you squeal
all the way home

Poem 20150407

crow

From the #NaPoWriMo site:

And now our (optional!) prompt: keeping to the theme of poetry’s value, Wallace Stevens famously wrote that “money is a kind of poetry.” So today, I challenge you to write about money! It could be about not having enough, having too much (a nice kind of problem to have), the smell, or feel, or sensory aspects of money. It could also just be a poem about how we decide what has value or worth.

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pieces of silver
coins
jingle in my pocket
i remember
asking for quarters
on a hot summer day
when the asphalt heated up
and you could smell
the water running off driveways
like it had rained
and down gutters
foaming with dishwashing soap
while neighborhood teens
(sometimes shirtless)
washed their cars in cutoff shorts
(the girls sometimes in bikini tops or T-shirts)
later
asking for quarters
when the days grew shorter
but still refused to give up summer
even though the smell of autumn
with its brown leaves and dying lawns
and the first fireplace fires
spewed smoke out of chimneys
filling the air
and we played touch football in the street
until the lights came on
even then the ice cream truck
still rolled down the street with its
(was the driver really selling drugs?)
WATCH FOR CHILDREN warning painted in
(was he really a child molester?)
red letters on the back
turkey in the straw playing
endlessly on the speaker
wondering if i should get the bomb pop
again
and plopping down a piece of silver
and god dammit
why isn’t life as easy as that any more
why isn’t the value of something as cut and dried
as an ice cream
from an ice cream truck
when you’re trying to enjoy summer
or when you’re trying to pretend
summer isn’t over
when you don’t have enough coins left
in your pocket
to get someone nailed to a cross

Poem 20150406b

crow

So, I have a bit of a completion problem. I missed the first couple of prompts for #NaPoWriMo, and I’m going have to go back and make them up. Don’t me why. That’s just the way I’m broken. So now, the prompt for Day one:

write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like.

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not fish
not fowl
not slimy toad
lacking legs, it creeps
both up and down
without a nose, yet it smells
no hands or feet, but ascends under it’s own power
seeks neither blood nor violence, yet
armed and ready to defend itself

climbing rose–friend to bees, and fragrant vagrant

Poem 20150404

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Today’s challenge for day four of #NaPoWriMo–write a love poem without using the word love.

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it’s all in the eyes
not her eyes,
not the way she looks at me
or the the way her eyes catch the light
in the room
when she smiles
or the way a room becomes a chilly place
and dim
when she’s angry or sad

it’s all in the eyes
not her eyes,
not the way they follow
the rhythm of a story or joke
or lower
half-lidded
when made drowsy with desire
or the satiety of desire

it’s all in the eyes
but the eyes are mine
and they watch and they see
what shivers and trembles
they watch and they see
what moves and breathes
they watch and they see
what stretches and reaches
they watch and they see
every atom swirling

Poem 20150403b

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I didn’t know it was National Poetry Writing Month!

I don’t know how many of these challenges I’ll try. I’ve missed the first two already. Today’s challenge is a fourteener, a poem with lines of fourteen syllables.

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the fox and bear were famous friends, at least that’s what i heard
until the fateful day the fox threw caution to the wind
and dressed in finest reds and whites, a top hat on his head
he came to court the lovely lass, the bear’s only daughter

‘this is an outrage,’ shouted bear, ‘you’re more than twice her age’
‘my age has nought to do with love,’ said fox, severely grave
‘i seek her hand and she seeks mine; do not begrudge us this
‘why you yourself are thrice my age and yet we still are friends’

‘we’re friends no more,’ the bear cried out, ‘you seek to ruin her”
‘far from the truth you wander, friend, and farther still you stray
‘if she’ll have me, she’ll be mine, the devil take your blessing’
so fox and the bear’s only child strove to run away

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okay, no rhyming and it’s kind of a fragment.

Poem 20150402

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the cat
sits at the glass door
not making a sound
just watching
moving only her head
as the hummingbirds
zoom in
and
out
of view
her ribs rise and
fall
and she watches the phoebes hop in the grass
and up into the limbs of the young avocado tree
sporting their little black mohawks
and she thinks–
if cats think like this–
if this door weren’t here…
if this glass weren’t between us…

Poem 20150401

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everything starts as a seed
buried in the warmth of earth
buried in the dark of the earth

they say that we struggled out
of the sea
millions of years ago

that may be the truth
but it is much more true
that we break through the crust

of soil, climbing out of darkness
reaching for the yellow light
reaching for the heat
and gazing at the blue expanse