Illuminating, Vulnerabling, Braving,
There is no grey; there is only gray.
Blaming, justifying, Avoiding Opaque daggers Lies
NaPoWriMo.net Day 18 “Today, I challenge you to write a poem that incorporates neologisms. What’s that? Well, it’s a made-up word! Your neologisms could be portmanteaus (basically, a word made from combining two existing words, like “motel” coming from “motor” and “hotel”) or they could be words invented entirely for their sound.”
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.
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.”
O. Because I have no words— Only images— Memories—Pain— I will carry as much as I can. I.
Look! Duckies! Skip, run, Play, hooray, Hop, Heavenly Happiness. VII. School Safety Study Serenity
Achieve Achieve Accomplish Achieve Do more. Everything Is fine.
I didn’t mean to be Rebellious, Sassy, or To talk back. I just thought I Saw an elephant, maybe.
Yep. Definitely An elephant, maybe several. I can see the grey And smell the evidence Of their presence. I can’t talk about it Right now, though. The stench is too Raw. Maybe I just need to CLEAN Everything.
I hear rumbling. Perhaps roaring? Who is this That cries and screeches for Help?
I was born to be a mahout. I am becoming whole, Learning to balance, And I now recognize this Behemoth as A healer And my friend. The elephant That was once “in the room” Is now free. Together we face Our journey. Our pain. Our story. Our trumpeting. Our victory.
NaPoWriMo.net – Day 6 Prompt “And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view. The most famous poem of this type is probably Wallace Stevens’ “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”. You don’t need to have thirteen ways of looking at something – just a few will do! Happy writing!”
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.”
K ‘Bye! or If Only I’d Been Prudent (NaPoWriMo2017 – Day 3)
Wishing for a breakthrough? – Adieu! – See?
Knowing you’d been untrue withdrew me.
This is a Tyburn Poem, which is a six-line poem. The first four lines consist of a single, two-syllable word, each rhyming with the previous and subsequent word. Line 5 has nine syllables, with the fifth to eighth syllables using the words from lines 1 and 2. Line 6 has nine syllables too, with the fifth to eighth syllables using lines 3 and 4.