Category: National Poetry Month


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

Poem #27

Today’s prompt comes from Shanna:

Still Life


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Heat,
pressure
a steady hand

the artistry of knowing
just the right time
to turn,
mold
push, pull
without breaking

two births
so similar in

words

yet
worlds apart

both
producing a thing
of beauty

Today’s prompt is from 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.

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.

Poem#23 – Vigil

Today’s photo and written prompt is by  Kirsty Logan:

Write a poem in two voices: the girl and the bear.

Vigil

You come to me

in lucid dreams

Your spirit assumes

many forms:

man/woman

beast/spirit

comforter

friend

lover

I hold this secret

to my breast

speak of it to

no one

they already think me mad

so i hide their poisons

beneath my tongue

and pillow

as you keep vigil

over me

Poem#21 – Keepsake

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.

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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


no need
to hand over your keys to the house
or to the heart


the locks
have already been changed.

Poem#20

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


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This old mug wears no shoes.Eats coffee for breakfastlives in a two by four room

without any windows

It’s friends are fine

fragile things

who sing too loud

in public places

drink to excess

&

when its dark and lonely

any old mouth will do

my mug believes

in reincarnation

listens to new age music

loves the


touch

taste

smell

of something warm

on cold winter mornings

in other words

this old mug

is a lot

like

me

Poem#18

No prompt today, just randomness…

dreams

relocated
re-evaluated

placed on
hiatus
temporarily/
indefinitely
positively,

maybe?

edges
sandpapered down
to fit somewhere

they don’t belong.

twisting
pushing
wedging into
place

and

just when you think
you’ve got it solved

the puzzle
changes


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

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