A poem-a-day for National Poetry Month

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Prompt #27: Still Life

Today’s photos and prompt brought to you by Shanna Germain:

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Using one of the photos above or below, write a ‘still-life’ poem. The goal is to recreate the image(s) with your own filter while still keeping some of the essence of the original. It’s a good time to think about objects and what significance they have on their own versus the significance that is given to them by the viewer/artist/poet.

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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!

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Prompt #26: Quiet Windows

Today’s prompt is brought to us by Miss Gina Williams:

Turn off the noise. Go to a window. Write what you see, feel and/or want in a stream-of-consciousness form.

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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!


Prompt #12: Triad

Today’s prompt is from the mind of Gina Williams:

Write a poem incorporating last line of your favorite song, the main spice or ingredient in your favorite dish, and a geologic form (basalt, plateau, syncline).

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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!


Prompt #10: Mad Libs

Today’s prompt comes from poet Sage Cohen.

Make a Mad Lib

Following are two poems that employ imagery and music in ways that are not confined to telling a clear, linear narrative. Notice how these poets use language. What does the skin of an orange have to do with being unmarried? How does scenery sharpen like a pencil? After fully breathing in the experience of each poem, fill in the blanks to create your own Mad Libs version. (You can do one or both; or riff on this in some other way that speaks to you.)

Feel free to be experimental with language, and to use words that feel right but don’t necessarily make “sense.” The trick is to find a way to get loose, without thinking too much as you write.

This is one of my very favorite exercises, as it has yielded some of the wildest and most interesting results…Have fun!

Jacksonville, Vermont

By Jason Shinder

 

Because I am not married, I have the skin of an orange

 

that has spent its life in the dark. Inside the orange

I am blind. I cannot tell when a hand reaches in

 

and breaks the atoms of the blood. Sometimes

 

a blackbird will bring the wind into my hair.

Or the yellow clouds falling on the cold floor are animals

 

beginning to fight each other out of their drifting misery.

 

All the women I have known have been ruined by fog

and the deer crossing the field at night.

 

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_________, __________ [City, State]

 

Because I am not ____________, I have the skin of an _________

 

that has spent its life _______ _______ _______. Inside the ________

I am ________. I cannot tell when a __________ reaches in

 

and ___________ the atoms of the ___________. Sometimes

 

a __________ will bring the _________ into my _________.

Or the yellow _____________ falling on the __________ floor are __________

 

beginning to _________ each other out of their drifting ____________.

 

All the ____________ I have known have been ____________ by fog

and the _____________ crossing the ____________ at night.

 

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From Inside Great Distances

By Walid Bitar

From inside great distances (don’t call them dreams)

midnight is smaller than usual,

as are the ponies. Inside great distances,

unlike airplanes, are not seats

and the people far away enough

to shout to (at least the talk isn’t small)

have no laps or throats when they sit beside

their donkeys and don Quixotes, pretending

to be mirages in a cold climate. The scenery

sharpens like a pencil in my ear.

It sketches itself, and I hear of this

a bird you can color with the whites

and marbles of villas back home, bird otherwise

invisible as the price of land.

An hour, too, is invisible; why are

you feeding it at your breast, growing

it into days, months, years?

Leave it alone; visit me a little to

the North; people shave their heads

into mirrors here; I

remain (on the outside) myself.

 

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From Inside Great _______________

From inside great ______________ (don’t call them _____________)

________________ is smaller than usual,

as are the ______________. Inside great ______________,

unlike ______________, are not ______________

and the people ______________enough

to ______________ to (at least the ______________ isn’t small)

have no ______________ or ______________ when they sit beside

their ______________ and don ______________, pretending

to be ______________ in a cold climate. The scenery

sharpens like a ______________ in my ear.

It ______________ itself, and I hear of this

a ______________you can color with the whites

and marbles of ______________ back home, ______________ otherwise

invisible as the price of ______________.

An ______________, too, is invisible; why are

you feeding it at your ______________, growing

it into ______________?

Leave it alone; ______________ me a little to

the ______________; people shave their heads

into ______________ here; I

remain (on the outside) ______________.

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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!


Prompt #08: Hope

Today’s prompt is kindly provided by Nikki Magennis:

A couple of summers ago I was pregnant and house-hunting frantically. We looked at a lot of places, including this really neglected old place. It seemed to have been left quite hurriedly. Riddled with damp and sagging walls and full of old, tired furniture and odd left-behind items. The only modern thing was a recently installed, state of the art video surveillance door answering thing, with a screen in the bedroom upstairs, so that the person could see who was at the front door without getting out of bed. There was a bare mattress and, on the cabinet, this pile of gilt-edged bibles. I couldn’t understand why someone needed so many bibles.

I took a lot of photos, ostensibly to consider buying the house, but really just because I’m nosy and I like to construct stories from the remnants of people’s lives. What I would like you to consider is lifelines – what we rely on when we’re incapacitated. What we use to comfort ourselves, to connect ourselves to the outside world. What do you hope will save you?

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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!



Prompt #01: No Narrative

Today’s prompt, to kick off our 30 days of poetry writing, is brought to us by poet Sage Cohen.

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Reveal Something Without a Narrative

My invitation today is to say something without actually saying it. To reveal something through a series of images, rhythms, and sounds that give us more of an experience of, or a feeling about, what happened rather than the actual facts, events and story line. The following questions are designed to help you get loose and wander into a scene or two in which you might want to include your reader.

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How do you pray? If you don’t pray, what do you do instead – and how do you do it?

What should you have done?

What can a person die of?

What surrounds your house? How does it protect you or not?

Who left you?

How did they do it? What did their face look like as they left?

What were they moving toward, instead?

What do you want to say to God about this departure?

What do you want to say to the person who left?

Where did it leave you? Doing what?

(This prompt was inspired by Larissa Szporluk’s poem “Solar Wind.” I encourage you to find it and compare it to your poem once you have written yours.)

 

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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!



About to Begin!

Welcome all of you who’ve committed to doing a poem-a-day for the month of April. We’re just about ready to kick off the big event — hope you’re revving your poetry engines out there and getting your schedule cleared (ha!). In the meantime, we hope you’ll continue to spread the word about poem-a-day: The more poets and writers we have on board, the merrier! There is always a place for more poetry in the world.

In addition, if you’re a poet, we’re still looking for a few good prompts. Want to give a form challenge? How about offering up an inspirational image or quote as a jump-off point? Just send your prompts to notwithoutpoetry@gmail.com.

Two more days before the wild poeming begins!