I’ve been thinking, and I’m going to try to do the daily prompts off of the NaPo Facebook group as well as the official ones. It’ll be a good challenge, and honestly, any practise I can get is probably for the best. Plus, having at least three things due each day will trip up my mad procrastination skills which is always a plus. You can probably expect four poems today as I catch up.
The first films I saw in theatres
Were about the power of narrative,
Children running from bullies or neglect or incarceration
To end up in books.
To be fair, I was born on the tail-end of fantasy land,
As dark and terrifying and gorgeous as it was;
Seeped in the worst nightmares that might be permitted
Without scarring children irreparably.
The frame I carry with me
From story to story,
Is a shot of a wall of glass,
Golden-hued and warm,
That sheltered shelves upon shelves
So that at any time
The woman who had stolen them away
Might change into someone entirely new.
(Prompt: Write a poem inspired by or in the form of a recipe.)
Do you feel lost?
As if the world around you has been conspiring,
Edging itself, bit by bit,
Off its axis
So that one day it might escape you?
The ‘It Takes A Village’ Cake is here to help.
Created by a team,
A family, really,
The cake will bring together
Your family, friends, and life
All you need is:
- 1200 eggs
- 800 cups of pastry flour (unbleached)
- 650 cups of unrefined sugar
- 500 cups of milk
- A cow (optional)
- 300 lbs of butter
- 400 cups of icing sugar
- 863 bottles of vanilla
- 458 lbs of unsweetened chocolate
- 200 lbs of gummy worms
- 300 000 candy lego blocks
- At least 1 vat of Pixie Stix
- The largest lace curtains you can find for sifting
- A cement mixer
And 80 of your closest friends.
All right, here we go! Day One and I have 100% failed at the prompt. Ah well, I still liked this. I will try to do it properly after work though.
(Prompt: Write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.)
When I can
Humanity after earth,
My dog, tiny and soft
And still in my arms,
The heady taste
Of the morning I left,
Not necessarily in that order.
Happy April! How are you all doing so far? I decided to join so late this year that I missed out on writing the early-bird poem, but I really wanted to try writing one of these, so there will probably be two poems today. Hopefully? I’ll try my best, at least.
(Prompt: write a haibun)
The night before the end of the world is surprisingly clear, marked only by a crisp breeze and the sort of summer sky that only occurs in the dead of night. People seem softer, somehow, bathed under the light of the unnaturally large moon that watches patiently over everything they do. Waiting.
Across the skies
A message writ in ash;
The stars blink back.
Good morning everyone!
This is just to let you know that my poem Perhaps Tomorrow is in the June issue of the WSS Contest and Company along with some truly stellar work from three other members. If you have the time, go check it out!
I think about the mirror
In the corner of my room;
How it cracks and bends and breaks
Each shining clone.
The warp that runs right through it
Tells a tale of last and wit,
Though I know the face is
No more than my own.
But despite its varied limits
And the crack upon its face,
I would trust its broken echo
With my life;
For if ever I should stumble
Cross a pool of only charm
I would wonder how it lasts
Through toil and strife.
My mother was a black hole,
A star collapsed on itself
Built into something greater.
She existed at the center of everything
Terrible and lovely,
Shaping our tiny slice of the galaxy
In whatever way she saw fit.
I can see, now, that she could not help but implode
Time and again,
Restructuring herself each time with stolen bits of the lives around her.
This is the nature of everyday, ordinary lives,
Even if nature abhors a vacuum.
I went to the dock
The one where we met.
It had gone to seed:
Cold and wet,
I could fix it up
Replace the dead boards.
But that might ruin it,
The thought of your smile.
You might look at me
and see air
drifting and empty.
I look at you and
see the sun
shining through the rot.
Hello, and welcome to the official spring-time!
I’ve been considering what to do with this now that I have very efficiently skulked away for a few months for school/general life. I enjoy writing reviews, and will certainly try to keep them up now that I have a bit of free time, but it occurs to me that as April is home to both NaPoWriMo and Camp NaNoWriMo, this is a fantastic chance to start posting actual work I’d like to share. If nothing else, the threat of others potentially seeing my progress is always good incentive to push me past procrastination.
So, starting later on today, I will be publishing at least one poem a day on here, as well as possibly snippets of my sci-fi/mystery literary child as it grows. Hopefully they won’t be too unpolished, but no promises.
If you are doing either challenge as well, come friend me! Or just link me to your blog, I’m always happy to suffer through the April/November writing trenches with others regardless of whether you’re officially participating or not.