Well, we’ve reached the end of 30 poems in 30 days for Nat’l Poetry Month! It’s been quite a journey, too. I’ve met some very talented writers, and read some amazing poetry. I’ve also pushed myself beyond my own self-imposed limitations, learned some new poetry forms, and participated in my first Chain Renga. I have to give a special thanks to Shanna for hosting Not Without Poetry, which, I’m sure was no small feat in addition to writing 30 poems. I haven’t kept up with reading all of the poems, so I’m looking forward to kicking back and catching up.
Peace & Poetry all!
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Unconvinced Man’s Refrain (Haiku)
In truth, walking on water
ain’t that difficult
all you need do is believe
Today’s prompt comes from Shanna:
a steady hand
the artistry of knowing
just the right time
so similar in
producing a thing
Turn off the noise. Go to a window. Write what you see, feel and/or want in a stream-of-consciousness form.
Taking Down the Lights
Winter is the house guest that just won’t leave. The not-so-subtle cue of the sun, tulips and daffodils in bloom have done little to temper the icy chill in the air. Early morning across the way, smoke billows from the chimney, Christmas lights still hang from the roof. I want to tell them it’s fucking April, enough with the holiday crap. But I have to live next to these people for a while, so that’s probably not a good idea. But it makes me wonder, maybe we are the ones not letting go. Holding on to the things that make us feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even though their season has long past. Sometimes you gotta let go of the past in order to enjoy what’s around the corner. Or, maybe we’re just too goddamn lazy to take down the lights.
Today’s form prompt is brought to us today by Nikki Magennis. The form is called ‘Renga’, and is written by several poets (at least three), and is written over 36 verses, alternating 5-7-5 stanzas with 7-7 stanzas. Each verse should relate to the previous one, whether overtly or obliquely. Read more about the format here.
This is the first Chain Renga I have participated in, and it was a lot of fun seeing the poem evolve. You can read the entire poem here.
Today’s photo and written prompt is by Kirsty Logan:
Write a poem in two voices: the girl and the bear.
You come to me
in lucid dreams
Your spirit assumes
I hold this secret
to my breast
speak of it to
they already think me mad
so i hide their poisons
beneath my tongue
as you keep vigil
Catching up with April’s Poem-a-Day posts, yesterday’s prompt is from poet Christoper Luna:
Go the website of your favorite poet. Copy the first line in their most recent post, and use it as the first line in your poem.
I chose one of my favorite writer/poets Sandra Cisneros, who’s latest post deals with grief and hope.
What to do with this grief today?
Bury the thorny knots beneath the ribs
until there is room for nothing else
turn the blinds, lock the doors
trash every song that made you feel
burn every shred of evidence
life was once worth living
to hand over your keys to the house
or to the heart
have already been changed.
Today’s prompt created by poet Sage Cohen.
Personify Something and Invite it to Surprise You
Choose an object, any object. Don’t think too much about it. Just take what comes. Write it down.
Now quickly, off the top of your head, write down answers to these questions
The object I chose – A Mug
This old mug wears no shoes.Eats coffee for breakfastlives in a two by four room
without any windows
It’s friends are fine
who sing too loud
in public places
drink to excess
when its dark and lonely
any old mouth will do
my mug believes
listens to new age music
of something warm
on cold winter mornings
in other words
this old mug
is a lot
No prompt today, just randomness…
to fit somewhere
they don’t belong.
just when you think
you’ve got it solved
This Flesh (Inspired by Pablo Neruda)
Apart from this flesh
there is only love
nowhere else to be
the closest I have come to freedom
is your breath
the closest I have come to death
is being alive
we are the speed of light
in a bottle
yearning to be broken
your eyes are the memory
I have chosen to forget
photo credit: http://inspireplease.livejournal.com/542122.html