And last but not least, here is our (optional, as always) prompt for the day. It’s based off of Lauren Russell’s collaborative poetry exercise. Today, we challenge you to write a poem that is based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure. It could be eating too many cookies, or bad movies, or the time you told your sister she could totally brush her teeth with soap. It’s up to you. Happy writing!
The prompt was to write a double elevenie, or Elfchen. I chose to write 3 single Elfchens that are not related in any way.
Sommer- Frische Luft Eliminiert die Belastung Jetzt kann ich atmen Erneuerung
Grazia Amore sacrificale Elimina la vergogna Asimmetrico, benevolo, e intenzionale Libertà
Oprimido Marginalizado agora Além das fronteiras Último será o primeiro Afinal
NaPoWriMo.netDAY 23 “Our prompt for Day Twenty-Three comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who challenges us to write a double elevenie. What’s that? Well, an elevenie is an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing a specific task in the poem. The first line is one word, a noun. The second line is two words that explain what the noun in the first line does, the third line explains where the noun is in three words, the fourth line provides further explanation in four words, and the fifth line concludes with one word that sums up the feeling or result of the first line’s noun being what it is and where it is. There are some good examples in the link above.”
NaPoWriMo.net – Day 17 – “And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a nocturne. In music, a nocturne is a composition meant to be played at night, usually for piano, and with a tender and melancholy sort of sound. Your nocturne should aim to translate this sensibility into poetic form!”
Instead of a nocturne,
I wrote a waltz today.
No foxtrot, Merengue, Or mambo. Can move us Properly. Let us waltz. Hair flowing, Feet dancing, Hands holding, We’re swinging, Hearts beating— Let us waltz.
You’re smiling; I’m grinning. We’re twirling, And spinning. You and me, Let us waltz.
Today’s news, quietly screaming the ugly truth, We are a completely broken humanity. Hatred, violence, and political pretense Are prowlin’ about provokin’ humanity. The “bliss” of ignorance has become our disgrace We’re the kiss of poison oak in humanity.
Change will not come unless we humbly face the facts — Primary facts — and get woke in humanity.
Can I, Julie, help turn this Ship of Fools around? I’ll use voice — with an outspoken humanity.
NaPoWriMo.net (Day 14) “Today’s is an oldie-but-a-goody: the ghazal. The form was originally developed in Arabic and Persian poetry, but has become increasingly used in English, after being popularized by poets including Agha Shahid Ali. A ghazal is formed of couplets, each of which is its own complete statement. Both lined of the first couplet end with the same phrase or end-word, and that end-word is also repeated at the end of each couplet. If you’re really feeling inspired, you can also attempt to incorporate internal rhymes and a reference to your own name in the final couplet.”
This writing prompt — writing a ghazal — after today’s events is necessary, critical, and Timely.
Brighten Bee-stung Bow-shaped lips With burgundy blush. Swab some shiny, sleek, slick, slippery, shimmery, silicate silk sideways To play up That part that pouts. Grab a tube of Glassy glimmer glitter A tube of twilight tulips A wand with wintry wine Or be Pleasantly Pleased with plain pink.
NaPoWriMo.net – Day 12 – “Today, I’d like you to write a poem that explicitly incorporates alliteration (the use of repeated consonant sounds) and assonance (the use of repeated vowel sounds). This doesn’t mean necessarily limiting yourself to a few consonants or vowels, although it could. Even relatively restrained alliteration and assonance can help tighten a poem, with the sounds reinforcing the sense.”
Sometimes, when home was a battleground And the rest of the world seemed equally formidable, I’d escape to the tiny fir fortress That lined the front of the house. Armored behind an Arborvitae acropolis, I would wait out the storm Of drunken denunciations and loaded questions. Cradled Between bricks and bushy branches, I discovered a fragrant friend. Iris. She was late, as the flowers of spring Had come and gone. Lily of the valley Whispers could no longer be heard. She was diagonal— Leaning toward the light That forced its way between the shrubs. She was evanescent. As soon as I discovered her each summer, I knew she would only be around for a few days. Then, she would wilt, shriveling As she aged. Fortunately, She would return each summer— Just when I forgot, or thought She’d forgotten— She would rise up,
A Champion, Flaunting her fruity falls, To remind me— To make sure that I see— Even in the darkest corners, Even when I had waited longer than I thought I could bear, Beauty, Hope,
always pushes through.
Day 5 Prompt from NaPoWriMo.net “In honor of Mary Oliver’s work, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be about a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often. Try to incorporate specific details while also stating why you find the chosen place or plant/animal meaningful.”