Tag Archives: National Poetry Month
Later (#NaPoWriMo2017 – Day One)
Two pine trees stand next to each other, like best friends who have walked next to each other for a lifetime — buddies, pals, comrades. I can practically visualize their outstretched hands, in the form of a hammock, reaching to each other in perfect backyard bliss. Immediately, I know that I must go shopping. Several stores later, I find the colorful hammock that promises rest and relaxation. The tropical colors sing Caribbean beaches and mango-flavored moments. This is the one. I buy it, bring it home, and put it in the garage. It is getting dark and there are papers to grade, dishes to wash, and laundry to fold. The afternoon of spring warmth and hope sets with the sun, and the hammock will get hung up the next time I have an hour to spare.
Backyard hammock bliss —
Roped between trees and wishes —
To enjoy “someday.”
“The haibun is a combination of prose and haiku. It was originally developed as a sort of travelogue or character sketch , in which the writer would first describe a place in prose, and then pen a haiku appropriate to the place or scene.” – (This was actually the prompt from 3/31, not the one for 4/1, but that’s okay.) http://www.napowrimo.net/
Clean Slate
Arlington Heights (NaPoWriMo – Day 29)
I remember days on bicycles
Riding from edge to edge
Of town.
I remember pool passes
The smell of chlorine on our towels
And in our hair.
I remember legendary rounds of
Capture the flag, with every kid
In the neighborhood.
I remember Banbury Road
The one street allowed to angle and curve
Through Scarsdale.
I remember the Frontier Days
Parade, Carnival, music
Then fireworks at the track.
I remember hide-and-seek
In the stacks of books at the
Public library.
I remember Green River sodas
And onion rings at the best restaurant
Eros.
I remember the friendships
That have continued through decades
Real and timeless.
Jeep (NaPoWriMo Day 28)
JEEP
Buggy
Four-wheel drive
Plowing over fear,
Playfully cruising through,
Handling wild, worldly weather.
“All-purpose motor vehicle”
“The Clarity Pyramid is a poetry form designed and constructed by Jerry P. Quinn.
A Clarity Pyramid is a poem consisting of two triplets and a single line (7 lines in all). Usually, this poem is center aligned when displayed.
The first triplet has 1, 2, and 3 syllables. The title of the poem is the one-syllable word of the first triplet, which is displayed in all capital letters. This line is followed by a two-syllable line, and then a three-syllable line, both of which clarify the definition of the poem, or are synonyms for the title.
The second triplet has 5, 6, and 7 syllables. Its design is based around a life event contained within the triplet which helps give a poetic view or outlook on the first line (title).
The last line is 8 syllables, and is in quotations as this line contains a quote that defines the first word (title).” http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/pyramid.html
Reading (NaPoWriMo Day 27)
New book—
Pages to read,
Plot hook!
The words
Splayed on the page—
Songbirds.
Immerse,
Capture my heart—
In verse.
The Musette consists of three verses, three lines each. The syllable pattern is 2/4/2. The rhyme scheme is a/b/a; c/d/c f, and e/f/e.
Bye-Bye Binaries (for Annika)
We are coming up to the crossroads,
But they look like borders.
What should we do when we get to the crossroads?
They can’t separate us if we’re holding hands!
I know your life ain’t been no crystal stair,
And mine has had tacks in it.
What should we do when we get to the crossroads?
They can’t separate us if we’re holding hands!
We came through,
Seeing past
My privileged poverty
and
Your oppressed opulence.
What should we do when we get to the crossroads?
They can’t separate us if we’re holding hands!
The two of us?
We are:
Clover and Anna
Marlee and Liz
T.J. and Andy
Ella and Z
Wren and Darra
Gabby and David
What should we do when we get to the crossroads?
They can’t separate us if we’re holding hands!
They directed you into a police state,
Leaving me devastated, needing to make a statement.
What should we do when we get to the crossroads?
They can’t separate us if we’re holding hands!
We are coming up to the crossroads,
But they look like borders.
What should we do when we get to the crossroads?
They can’t separate us if we’re holding hands!
We will stand up tall
State our case
Hold our heads up high
Lift our voices
Raise our fists
What should we do when we get to the crossroads?
They can’t separate us if we’re holding hands!
Now they understand
Just why our head’s are not bowed.
What should we do when we get to the crossroads?
They can’t separate us if we’re holding hands!
Into a daybreak that is wondrously clear,
We rise!
What should we do when we get to the crossroads?
They can’t separate us if we’re holding hands!
We have come to realize that my destiny is tied up with your destiny.
My freedom is inextricably bound to your freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
What should we do when we get to the crossroads?
They can’t separate us if we’re holding hands!
We are friends, comrades,
Unapologetically.
What should we do when we get to the crossroads?
They can’t separate us if we’re holding hands!
We rise!
NaPoWriMo – Day 26 prompt
“Write a poem that incorporates a call and response. Calls-and-responses are used in many sermons and hymns (and also in sea chanties!), in which the preacher or singer asks a question or makes an exclamation, and the audience responds with a specific, pre-determined response.”
Going down in Flames (Day 25)
Her hardest hue to hold—
Bubblegum innocence
Now a sour sangria,
From violated vines.
She once was dewy fern
Unfurled fronds, helical,
Harboring hope and joy,
Now, jaded with envy.
Long ago lapped lapis
With gloved-Tiffany-touch;
Today, tired and tainted
Aged and aegean .
Once a tawny tiger—
Delightful Dreamsicle—
Sunsetting sandstone o’er
Her insecurities.
NaPoWriMo prompt for May 25 — “Write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This will work best if you just start with a line of poetry you remember, but without looking up the whole original poem.”
Rain Is Purple – R.I.P.
Prince,
Rest in peace
Purple rain
R.I.P
Rip
Ripe
Ripen
Pence
Inspire
Piece nest
Ice lune
Price spare
Pain plan
Lunar pep
Rap spine
Sprain lips
Spur plea
Plea sure
Pleasure
Sure Please
Press ace
Arise in place
Ripen rules
Air Please
Sure tear
It is pain
Purple rain
C’est peine
Rest In Peace, Prince
Rain Is Purple, R.I.P.