Poem a day #27 is a response to prompts from NaPoWriMo and Write Better Poetry: 1) Write a poem inspired by an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows (I chose the word lilo, which means a friendship that can lie dormant for years only to pick right back up instantly, as if no time had passed since you last saw each other), and (2) write a “believe and/or don’t believe” poem.
I don’t believe we were ever true friends certainly we mouthed the word list for forever but when you were gone we were gone like a leech ripped from a calf after wading through the old fashion water works puncturing thin skin clearing out clots in my bleeding yet still blood sucking dry so I had to let go so lie low without you so I believe
Celebrating National Poetry Month: A Poem-a-Day Challenge
Poem a day #21 is a response to prompts from NaPoWriMo and Write Better Poetry: 1) Write a poem that uses lines that have a repetitive set-up,and (2) write a “blank me” poem.
There’s nothing like a meandering walk in spring time. A touch of rain falling on my shoulders feels just fine. There’s nothing like feeling fine drops massage me. A touch of massage from head to toe sets me free. There’s nothing like holding freedom in my heart. A touch of heart resting on my tongue sets a spark. There’s nothing like the spark of a churchyard bell. A touch of bell chime spreads in the wind like a yell. There’s nothing like the yell freedom fighters don. A touch of radiant light does us good if turned on.
Celebrating National Poetry Month: A Poem-a-Day Challenge
Poem a day #20 is a response to prompts from NaPoWriMo and Write Better Poetry: 1) Write a sijo, a traditional Korean poetic form,and (2) write a “love” or “anti-love” poem.
We stay, lovers too familiar. Our days spent in cramped isolation. Our mouth covers pulled tight keep us safely masked in conversation. Still we splurge on laughing smiles, crinkled eyes that show elation.
Celebrating National Poetry Month: A Poem a Day Challenge
Poem a day #19 is a response to prompts from NaPoWriMo and Write Better Poetry: 1) Write a humorous rant. In this poem, the speaker may excoriate to their heart’s content all the things that get on their nerves, and (2) write an “animal title” poem.
In the words of Shakespeare, We beseech you, dear heron: “Away, you three-inch fool! “ You are accused of an addiction to advertising and amazement This arouses us to assassination Back to back bandits on our bed of bark we are beached and besmirched a courtship of your countless critics You cake and cater to champions in circumstantial cold-blooded compromise Dauntless in deafening discontent, we are not disheartened, drugged nor dwindling We are equivocal enough to elbow your excitement and eyeball your exposure A fashionable fixture that is flawed, you are Yet we are frugal gnarling only at generous and gloomy gossip Green-eyed monsters, we grovel not before gusty hints nor do we hobnob with the hurried Do not impede us, impartial, invulnerable and jaded. Just so we label you lackluster, laughable and lonely We will not lower our luggage to one so lustrous and madcap. All that is majestic and marketable you metamorphous and mimic even in the monumental moonbeams that mountaineers use to negotiate. Amid the noiseless and the obscene, you chant an outbreak of premeditated pander and pedant There is radiance in our rant, a remorseless savagery that scuffles and secures submerging even your summit of swagger.
Poem a day #16 is a response to prompts from NaPoWriMo and Write Better Poetry:1) Write a poem in silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme. You just rhyme the same sound until you get tired of it, and then move on to another sound, and (2) write a “city” poem.
I miss New York City It calls me, all its nitty gritty Isn’t it a pity I can’t make it to the Met Yet I can refrain from fret I’ll get a bus there yet I’ll trudge it sight to sight Broadway had its wild night I bathe in its darkened light I walk its length in hope I even train it to Park Slope Brooklyn Bridge is the dope Central Park deserves a flip Spring stroll is worth the trip The zoo is closed, not so hip Village bars recall past lives led Chinatown still keeps me fed Little Italy is far from dead New York is no forgotten dream I may hear ambulances scream Residents take exit in a stream But this city will find its feet Summer brings a blast of heat Tourists will claim the street.
Poem a day #15 is a response to prompts from NaPoWriMo and Write Better Poetry: 1) Write a poem that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in a habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit, and (2) write a “a blank’ story”poem.
an engaging life
your nose, paper
rustling dire news
in glossy magazines
puzzle you cranky
I now wonder
how a language
of puzzles passes
cells replicate, divide
down to daughters
eyes meld brown
serve up garish hair
minds meet, same
tendencies to yawn
Just one nuclear
chromosomes into fresh
cells once programmed
to split, diminish.
Welcome to National Poetry Month 2021: A Poem a Day Challenge
Poem a day #8 is a response to prompts from NaPoWriMo and Write Better Poetry: 1) Read a few of the poems from Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoon River Anthology, and then write your own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead, and (2) write a “metaphor” poem.
I was never good with money did much more than splurge on sultry dresses to don on dates with all the unavailable men who cuddled me another distant parent going broke in fan-dangled houses. Father, I sure showed you auctioning off the family fortune in thoroughbreds then left the crowd of horse barns for my kids to clean free since all the cash was gone and we waited for checks.