National Poetry Month: April 7, 2015
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NaPoWriMo Prompt: So today, I challenge you to write about
money! It could be about not having enough, having too much (a nice kind of
problem to have), the smell, or feel, or sensory aspects of money. It could
also just be a poem about how we decide what has value or worth.
Day 7
Money
At home she sees kids on the street everyday,
but here in Paris, with the Eiffel Tower
shining over her shoulder,
she can’t watch them sitting, hands outstretched.
She asks for a euro, thinking perhaps, it equals a quarter.
I don’t tell her it’s more than a dollar.
“Tonight is too cold
for someone to sleep hungry,” she says,
and I am filled with the light of her
as she bends, dark hair swooping over her face,
dropping the coin into his waiting palm.
National Poetry Month: April 5, 2015
/Today's NaPoWriMo Prompt: Find an Emily Dickinson poem - preferably one you've never previously read - and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it!
Gulp! Who am I to tamper with the great Emily's words? I didn't follow the directions completely...
Day 5:
Before I got my eye put out – (336)
Before I got my
eye put out –
I liked as well
to see
As other
creatures, that have eyes –
And know no
other way –
But were it
told to me, Today,
That I might
have the Sky
For mine, I
tell you that my Heart
Would split,
for size of me –
The Meadows –
mine –
The Mountains –
mine –
All Forests –
Stintless stars –
As much of
noon, as I could take –
Between my
finite eyes –
The Motions of
the Dipping Birds –
The Morning’s
Amber Road –
For mine – to
look at when I liked,
The news would
strike me dead –
So safer –
guess – with just my soul
Upon the window
pane
Where other
creatures put their eyes –
Incautious – of
the Sun –
Dear Emily #33
the sun
comes up
fueling
morning’s
amber road
it is mine
to look at when
I like
it is mine
to share
with dipping
birds
or other
creatures
mountains
meadows
forests
are mine
mountains
meadows
forests
are mine
the sky
of stintless stars
of stintless stars
has split
my heart in two
my heart in two
National Poetry Month: April 4, 2015
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Today's Prompt from NaPoWriMo: So today, I challenge you to write a "loveless" love poem...and if you're not in the mood for love? Well, the flip-side of the love poem - the break-up poem...If that's more your speed at present, try writing one of those, but again, avoid thunder, rain, and lines beginning with a plaintive "why"? Try to write a poem that expresses the feeling of love or lovelorn-ness without the traditional trappings you associate with the subject matter.
Day 4:
Goodbye
I bent to pick up the socks,
black skins dropped where he had sat.
Anger burrowed into me unexpected, and I knew.
Here was nothing left to hold or caress.
My hands like strangers dropped
those limp scraps right back onto the floor.