NaPoWriMo.net prompt to use a photo from @SpaceLiminalBot’s feed for inspiration:
It’s all about perspective, isn’t it?
Pandemic confusion.
I’m swimming in a world gone awry
looking for the ladder of escape
which way’s up?
poem- far, far away March 10, 2021
I just received my Writerly Kit, and was delighted to discover this month’s cool item: Paint Chip Poetry. Here is my first poem.
Far, far away
hot lava, fire, ember
jasmine tea leaves
lost balloon
poem- I remember February 22, 2019
Some prompt poetry today:
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I remember
yellow days,
sun bright on daffodil hills,
air stained with smokey forest pyres,
golden nights.
I remember
empty room,
first promise you failed,
fear.
I remember
twinkling eyes
hope
belief in forever.
I remember
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Prompts from my 123 prompts for Writers & Poets book, a yellow day, a moment that scarred you, someone you value.
poem- rebellious April 20, 2018
It’s 4 20 on Poetry Friday.
Half my class is missing.
Are they taking the day off to celebrate
with a joint?
The rest of us are celebrating poetry,
writing to prompts, savouring
chocolate caramel cupcakes
and cheesecake brownies
(not THOSE kind of brownies).
We’re clean living poets,
saving rebellion
for after school.
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#Napowrimo prompt today was “Rebellion”
micropoem-Astray December 1, 2016
Here.
It won’t cost you anything.
A prompt from https://herheartpoetry.com/2016/12/02/heartwrds-%C7%80-prompt-19/
poem- NaPoWriMo- I know April 20, 2015
I know
wholeness
snapped pieces
knitting together
painful steps
I know
laughter
echoes of memory
wishing toward tomorrow
wanting it to be.
I know
potential
dreams bouncing
around halls and walls
I know.
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Today’s http://www.NaPoWriMo.net prompt was to write ‘what you know.’
poem- social media found poem April 17, 2015
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt is to create a poem from social media
So here is a found poem created from snippets of 15 current statuses of people on my Facebook feed (in order):
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It was never your destiny to take the easy or quiet route through life.
Home, sweet sweet HOME.
I’m in the same room
fixed up all nice today
Are there any 5 year olds out there?
You never go to the cupboard and find the bottles empty.
My mom surprised me
You can’t really hate on suffragists and true feminists
Luckily for horses
They featured me in the news letter
People wonder
I’m a mixed metaphor
(must shower)
literary treasure.
Best damn car chase I’ve ever seen!
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With thanks to (in order) Ursula, Andrea, Jodi, Paige, Joei, Carol, Kowan, Desi, JM, Ben, Krystal, Jodi (again!), Diana, Sylvia, and Blu.
8 writers, 2 musicians, 5 former students.
Jodi’s line was “I’m in the same room as Dougal McKenzie! (And he’s wearing a kilt.)” We’re totally jealous! 😉 (Except maybe Diana. She’s probably over it by now).
Napowrimo- $ April 7, 2015
Last year, between his job and his side business
he pulled in one point four million.
A satisfying tax return
for the kid who lived on oatmeal
and bathed in the creek before school,
who hunted down bottles for recycling money.
bouncing the rambunctious energy that drove people crazy,
oh that kid who knew the value of a dime,
and wasn’t afraid to work for it,
or to convince other people to pay him well for it.
Skill is one thing, but charm really pays the bills.
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True story.
Kids with ADHD grow up to be adults who are bored with only one job, and have the willingness to risk time and money on entrepreneurial ventures!
Prompt from http://www.napowrimo.net today was to write about money.
NaPoWriMo- Dwelling with Emily April 5, 2015
Today’s prompt on http://www.napowrimo.net is to take a poem of Emily Dickinson’s, remove all the dashes, and find my own breaks and pauses. I chose “I Dwell in Possibility,” because I have a plaque with the ‘I’ missing, that makes it a command in my bathroom. I had it for several years before I thought of looking up the originating poem to see its context (which really, is quite out of character for me as a curious English teacher/librarian!) Anyway, here’s Emily’s original:
I dwell in Possibility – (466)
I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –
Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –
Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise –
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And here’s my re-interpretation of it, after removing her dashes.
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I dwell in Possibility – (466)
I dwell in Possibility,
a fairer House than
Prose more numerous,
of Windows Superior,
for Doors Of Chambers,
as the Cedars Impregnable,
of eye And
for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels
of the Sky Of Visitors,
the fairest For Occupation.
This The spreading wide,
my narrow Hands To gather
Paradise
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That’s not really very exciting, so I felt the need to mix it up a little more, so here is a re-working of it altogether, using the components as a found poem:
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Possibility,
I dwell in
Prose
a fairer House
numerous Windows
Superior Doors
Impregnable Chambers,
everlasting Roof:
The Gambrels.
the Sky Of Visitors,
the Cedars fairest of eye And
for my narrow Hands an
Occupation To gather
Paradise
spreading This wide,
In possibility.
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It was an interesting exercise, but not very inspiring creatively, so I will probably post another poem later today. Keep an eye out!
poem for #napowrimo- fourteener April 3, 2015
So, I was asked how marriage lasts, how years flow into years?
Oh, I was asked how marriage lasts, how do you move past fears?
Yes, I was asked how marriage lasts, how can you trust that long?
When I was asked how marriage lasts, I pondered what goes wrong.
I think how long a marriage lasts is not about romance
It’s much more: it’s faith and trust and determined acceptance.
It’s about having the faith that no matter what fate brings
You’re sticking together like the promise made on those rings
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http://www.napowrimo.net/day-three/
This prompt was for a poem with lines of fourteen syllables, ideally in iambic heptameter. My iambs are a complete mess, but here’s what I’ve got! 🙂
Shawn L. Bird 