F***! Barely 9AM Monday and I’m frazzled already… Really, this could have been an email, they don’t agree. I don’t have enough coffee for this mess… Damned too early to be this stressed! Am I ready for the weekend? Oh, Father deliver me, YES!
For this week’s prompt, Dee (aka WhimsyGizmo) has us freaking out over a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some fun or fanatic use of the prompt word “Friday”.
I remember my first encounters with you Not my first childish attempts of What I now know is my full passion But the first time The time when I knew this was it The joy I felt Holding you close to me Running my fingers over the mysteries of your contours No longer questioning why I’m drawn to you
And every now and then When the confines of that Which I call my world Threaten to crowd me Almost as reflex I suppose, I find myself In a place Walls don’t always exist But drawn by you
And when I’m occasionally selfish You don’t mind For you know The extent of the power You have over me When drawn with you
You give worlds of images All perfectly contained Within the movements Of as few Or as many Well placed strokes From my soul As drawn through you
Whether To you, By you, With you, Through you, Nothing beats the feel Of you, my Ticonderoga No. 2 Soft I’m drawn
The NaPoWriMo site challenge for Day 2: Write a platonic love poem. In other words, a poem not about a romantic partner, but some other kind of love – your love for your sister, or a friend, or even your love for a really good Chicago deep dish pizza. The poem should be written directly to the object of your affections (like a letter is written to “you”), and should describe at least three memories of you engaging with that person/thing.
A cage is not just bars that can withhold the physical self
Words spoken heartlessly but struck deeply Can confine the soul
For only as long as you are willing to let them hold you
As always I begin National Poetry Writing Month with an Arun, as I have done these past few years, in honor of the fiend (<– not a misspell), and creator of this poetic form – GirlGriot, who first got me into this yearly challenge.
An Arun is a fifteen-line poem in three sets of five lines. Each set of five lines follows the same syllable structure: starting with one syllable and increasing by one syllable with each line. 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x. There are no other rhyme or structural requirements
The NaPoWriMo site challenge for Day 1: Pick a word from a given list . Then write a poem titled either “A [your word]” or “The [your word]” in which you explore the meaning of the word, or some memory you have of it, as if you were writing an illustrative/alternative definition. I chose the word Cage.
The blank page My tomb – My womb Where I smolder, Gossamer – Nebulous A spark from beneath the surface, I scratch at an idea, Thoughts slowly burning, The kindling of Letters and punctuations Until I am borne anew A phoenix Burning away blankness In sentences and paragraphs In verse and prose Then in splendiferouscoda Of the final character I vale to the emptiness My tomb, My womb Of the next blank page
Dora from Dreams from a Pilgrimage, challenges us to a write poem using any animal of choice (real or mythological) as a metaphor for how ideas and words take shape for you on a blank page
For this week’s Quadrille, Dee (aka WhimsyGizmo) has us folding over a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some form of the prompt word “fold”.
For this week’s Quadrille, Dee (aka WhimsyGizmo) has us pining for a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some form of the word “pine” as a noun, verb, or adjective. Or play around with it and invent your own word.
I live at the edge of your atmosphere a sunset strip colorific and clear in a life despite God I cheer raindrops on a sunny April afternoon as tears
Ineffable lamentations surge sweetly to my ears
I bang the drum called your heart with sass for life in a bottle is a house made of glass it was a fruitloop daydream to think me a mere lass the tiny box of lies – the molehill now a mountain of morass
Is the wafting requiem heard through the crevasse
I wake laughing when you knock me out weeping I am my father’s daughter, my lure your curse vastly sweeping your eyes wide shut, don’t touch me while I am sleeping the hate with which I slumber – the secret lover I’m keeping
In the melodic dirge of your tears slowly seeping
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Let Music Speak
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Yesterday at dVerse, poet-tender for the evening, paeansunplugged, invited us to let the music speak and challenges us to write a poem based on prompt phrases from the music of Linda Perry:
Edge Of Your Atmosphere
Sunset Strip
Life Despite God
Sunny April Afternoon
Bang The Drum
Life in a Bottle
Fruitloop Daydream
Tiny Box Of Lies
Knock Me Out
I Am My Father’s Daughter
Don’t Touch Me While I Am Sleeping
Secret Lover
We were only required to to incorporate two of the above choices in our poems about music. As usual Muse chose not understand the message. All twelve prompts are there in the order as given.
For this week’s Quadrille, Kim (Writing in North Norfolk) is prompting a revolution for a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some form of the word “revolution”.
Here I give gentle nods to Gil Scott Heron (The Revolution Will Not Be Televised) and Marvin Gaye (Inner City Blues)
The silence was loud – A cacophony In the moment felt after – Their two hearts beating as one What once was – scattered – What it now collects So beyond what could have been – In the moment of his kiss When he marked her with a smack – That she returns it in kind
Tonight, Laura is hosting this week where we are challenged to cleave antonyms in a contrapuntal poem.
Here I play with the ending and the beginning of a relationship, tenses and use of the word smack a bit of a contranym itself.
Choosing from a collection of opposing word pairs as a prompt. We must then write two distinct poems, while including the chosen words somewhere in the body of each poem and then combine as one larger composition as either a Contrapuntal, Cleave or Reverso form.
When looking up examples of the above poetry form I realized I knew of another form which aso fit the desired theme perfectly and offer a Super Tanka.
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