I find myself eagerly awaiting the start of National Poetry Writing Month. I only made it 9 days last time, but I think I've learned a lot about my writing process since then, I think I can traipse lightly through the whole 30 this time. I am READY! Well, not ready, but I feel confident.
Incoming poetry! take over!
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Saturday, April 6, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 6: A Valediction
In other words, a poem of farewell.
Valediction for a lost encounter
Savory drizzle of a hot summer's eve
Crackled caramel bite of laughter
Wink of hazelnut gaze
Brazen moment of salty lips
The tip of my tongue in my teeth
You turn a corner
Stealing a future with your
Bittersweet shrug
And citrus smile.
Valediction for a lost encounter
Savory drizzle of a hot summer's eve
Crackled caramel bite of laughter
Wink of hazelnut gaze
Brazen moment of salty lips
The tip of my tongue in my teeth
You turn a corner
Stealing a future with your
Bittersweet shrug
And citrus smile.
Friday, April 5, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 5: Cinquain
Cinquains! Devilish invention. Very precise form. Here are three attempts (some sillier than others).
“Call”
It’s there
The thing I
lost
The echo of
lost songs
The pounding
between blood and bone
Follow.
“Chateau La
Rame”
Lightning
But smooth
as silk
Uncurling
heated toes
A sip at a
time to start with
Drowning
“Informal
Church”
Freedom
Lax on
worship
Dazzled by
rain and shine
Ensorcelled
by the wide world
Content
Thursday, April 4, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 4 Iain Banks starships
The prompt was to take a name from one of Iain Banks's starships and use it as a title.
Prosthetic Conscience
In memory of Roger Ebert
Voice of reason, you barreled through life
One movie at a time.
You were the prosthetic conscience of a culture
The robot arm of choice
I shall miss the glint of Chicago Steele
The hiss and grind of your opinions
The whine of servos fueled by indignance
And the cowardice of ignorant men.
The gears are ground down now
Digits set to zero, the steam gone to vapor
Only the clouds know where you end
And the new story begins.
Prosthetic Conscience
In memory of Roger Ebert
Voice of reason, you barreled through life
One movie at a time.
You were the prosthetic conscience of a culture
The robot arm of choice
I shall miss the glint of Chicago Steele
The hiss and grind of your opinions
The whine of servos fueled by indignance
And the cowardice of ignorant men.
The gears are ground down now
Digits set to zero, the steam gone to vapor
Only the clouds know where you end
And the new story begins.
NaPoWriMo Day 3: A Sea Shanty
Prompt: write a sea shanty.
This is the "Long-Drag" form.
This is the "Long-Drag" form.
Show the Man
Out
A fine day
it was when we crashed in the bay
(Oh Rose
Show the man out)
A tug pulled
us in to the Lancaster Quay
(Open the
door and show the man out)
I scrubbed
my ship down and set her to drain
(Oh Rose
Show the man out)
When out of
the crowd their stumbled a swain
(Open the
door and show the man out)
He fell to his
knees and to my lady said
(Oh Rose
Show the man out)
I’ll give
you a kingdom for a night in your bed
(Open the
door and show the man out)
Alas my fair
lady was peeved by the crash
(Oh Rose
Show the man out)
And sweetly
informed me that she liked his dash
(Open the
door and show the man out)
She took up
his arm and she gave me a wink
(Oh Rose
show the man out)
And brought the swain into my ship for a
drink
(Open the
door and show the man out)
“It’s
big on the inside,” she said, “you can see”
(Oh Rose
show the man out)
“It’s
gorgeous, like you,” he said, twitching with glee
(Open the
door and show the man out)
She
drew him in further with her sauciest grin
(Oh Rose show the man out)
“We
don’t let just any fine gentleman in.”
(Open the door
and show the man out)
I
strolled on board after, my chest feeling tight
(Oh Rose
show the man out)
But
didn’t forget to put my ship in flight
(Open the
door and show the man out)
The take off
was rough on the swain I admit
(Oh Rose show the man out)
And so was
the railing that his noggin did hit
(Open the
door and show the man out)
The shock
broke the swain’s fine composure in half
(Oh Rose
show the man out)
Along with
his fine human-face-faking mask
(Open the
door and show the man out)
Up jumped the
fake swain to settle the score
(Oh Rose
show the man out)
While I
parked and carefully tilted the floor
(Open the door and show the man out)
My lady and I
shared a mad wistful grin
(Oh Rose
show the man out)
She reached
for the handle and pulled for the win
(Open the
door and show the man out)
Out flew the
swain, past the threshold to night
(Oh Rose
show the man out)
A ship
parked in orbit is a wonderful sight
(Open the
door and show the man out)
"You do pick'em" I said and she gave me a kiss
(Oh Rose show the man out)
She said, "Alien killers just cannot resist."
(Open the door and show the man out)
Be watchful
young sailor, be wary cruel men
(Oh Rose
show the man out)
Play false
and you’ll never be heard from again.
(Open the
door and show the man out).
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 2: It's a Lie
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 2
Prompt: Write a poem that is somehow a lie, or about lies
Leavened and
grounded, sown and milled
Sweetened
and spun, enlightened by grace
And good
temperament.
Thickened,
in the old way, thrust deep
Heated
through and thorough
Released,
and waiting.
It needs
cooling, or else it crumples
What sweet
joy upon the world
The promise
of salvation
Iced with
thorns.
Monday, April 1, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 1: The Moon
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 1
Prompt: Slowly, silently, now the moon (first line prompt)
Slowly, silent, now the moon/
The slither, moist across the lens/
Celestial charmer, you beam at me/
Glazing me over while the sunlight/
Of distant planets fades. I'm blind./
The future and the past smeared over/
Your pearlescence is all I feel.
Slowly, silent, now the moon/
The slither, moist across the lens/
Celestial charmer, you beam at me/
Glazing me over while the sunlight/
Of distant planets fades. I'm blind./
The future and the past smeared over/
Your pearlescence is all I feel.
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