Prompt #18: NaPoWriMo
Today’s prompt brought to you by NaPoWriMo:
Visit this page that lists the sites of all the poets who are participating on NaPoWriMo this year. Without clicking on any of the sites, use the site titles, color schemes and visuals as inspiration for a new poem.
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Reminders for Participants: You can post your poem below in the comments, offer a link back to your site where the poem is posted, or comment about the experience of writing the poem (without actually posting the poem). If you’re going to comment on other participant’s poems, please remember that this is not a critique space — comments should be kept thoughtful and supportive. Lastly, remember you don’t have to use the prompt to write your poem — they’re here for your inspiration but they’re certainly not a requirement.
Let the Wild Poeming Being!
Crafted weirdly, to be sure…
Twice-rose poems say the
unfathomable, the veiled,
perpetually thinking “not small,”
thinking “elephant”
like the blind men.
Time scrambles a storm
of fried black satin…
“Feed me times 31 geek moments”
she flamed in monstrous
turquoise.
J. Pratt-Walter
April 17, 2011 at 10:55 pm
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This was such fun — one of my favourite types of prompt. I hope you will click through to see the result!
http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2011/04/18/response-to-napowrimo-18/
April 18, 2011 at 6:00 am
Today, I actually felt compelled to write a short ode to avocados: http://dorlamoorehouse.com/2011/04/18/napowrimo-day-18-3/
April 18, 2011 at 6:35 am
Thanks for directing me to the NaPoWriMo site, I didn’t know about it!
Here’s today’s:
Kite flying
We chase the big gust
hold loose in your careless hands
our one winged peacock
April 18, 2011 at 7:39 am
I’m truly awful at following prompts, except internal ones.
THE TRAVELING HAT
She brought it thirty years ago,
back from the sunscald of Tibet
where she’d traveled, alone.
Wore it home for me, a flat-brimmed
mossy felt with an intricate headband,
a leather-on-leather chinstrap,
first balanced on heads a century ago
by turquoised and coraled
women with shining long hair,
in practical admiration of the hats
of long-departed troops.
Today I set out with her
for a shuffling April walk;
I put it on and present myself
for inspection, hoping for joy,
for recognition. And yes, the slackness
leaves; spiritless eyes
widen. Her hands reach out,
then fall away. But some spark
ignites, somewhered. She asks,
with enormous labor,
each word a shard,
That. Where is your hat?
April 18, 2011 at 9:27 am
I’m back. Wife and daughter returned from two week holiday in Ireland yesterday so I’ve been distracted and the last two days hiatus was the result: I’ll see if I can make up the missing poems later.
Today’s poem is not to prompt and is titled, Gömböc – yes, really. You’ll have to read the post to find out what it is: http://wp.me/sbg4K-267.
April 18, 2011 at 1:24 pm
Fun! Some site names that tickled my fancy. (Glad to know about the NaPoWriMo site, too, Nikki.)
Swirling colors,
mystify, mesmerize,
not minding that
a storm’s a comin’,
’cause I’m wondering
what to wear
(certainly not white,
like emily friggin’ dickinson)
when I boogie down
at the chupacabra disco.
April 18, 2011 at 1:38 pm
So glad to finally be back on track with these! Had a bad habit lately of getting a few days behind. I had fun with this one, too – here’s my try:
http://thegermoftheidea.blogspot.com/2011/04/incessant-and-torturous-and-incessant.html
April 18, 2011 at 5:53 pm
Having a hard time thinking of much to say tonight. How about some haiku to start?
I found this in my normal quilt-design-planning-whatever notebook from probably April 2009:
Spring after Ice Storm.
Tired from the ice storm
are the slender trees.
They lay down
gently
in banks of curves,
later blurring the road
with their small leaves.
From the road,
flashing of torn tops.
White flesh lain against the mould…
Above, hanging askew
waiting the return to earth.
I thought the spring
would mask all this
but more and more trees
topple over each night
under the weight of their leaves.
Mary Beth Frezon — April 2009
April 18, 2011 at 7:39 pm
Jukebox glass
Rectangular icons drifting by
Artists and album covers posing above set lists
Stories untold
April 18, 2011 at 9:52 pm
Water stains and deckled edges
Shape the convoluted maze of
Volume which my daily breath
Evokes
April 18, 2011 at 10:43 pm
Well, perhaps I did not stray far enough from the titles of the links, but here is my offering. Unfortunately I couldn’t really make out most of the graphics and the prompt said not to click…
Today has been okay
For 31 moments in time
we sailed our poetic oceans on
the germ of an idea
inheritance from
the earthbound lusty literati.
We came upon Rose,
veiled in black satin, feeding the geek
eggs, scrambled, not fried and
served with coconut chutney.
At noon, we foundered on a rock,
caught irrationally beneath a wild metaphor.
Until then, we had floated on our backs
sending messages in semaphore to the fishes
nibbling gently on our toes.
Carol A. Stephen
April 18, 2011
April 19, 2011 at 3:55 am
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A day behind. Still
http://yearofthebooks.wordpress.com/2011/04/19/poem-a-day-18/
April 19, 2011 at 7:11 am
hearts & nails, red as blood
blowing spit and
mining mud
France can come,
and April, too
Black avocado
I forsake you
April 19, 2011 at 7:26 am
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Just randomness:
http://jacquezyon.wordpress.com/2011/04/20/poem18/
April 19, 2011 at 7:11 pm
Day 18 – man I’m behind on posting these
http://mizadventurez.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-eighteenno-prompt-required.html
April 20, 2011 at 8:12 am