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NaPoWriMo Day 10 including prompt/challenge

April 10, 2010

DAY10   NaPoWrimo 2010.

One third of the month is gone. Poof.  So how you holding up with this poem a day thing?  Making an effort every day to write something?  Good.  Posting what you come up with?  Even better.  If you like to be challenged or need some writing prompts…they are all around you  and I’ve concocted one for Day 10 that you’ll see below.    If technical glitches are fixed it should be appearing every evening on the DASH 30 site (google  NaPoWriMo  dash 30  and check it out) between 9 and 10 p.m. PST.  You also should check out the Read-Write site prompts and challenges.  But you know you can use the prompt for tomorrow’s poem or whenever you would like.   Happy Writing!!!!

POEM STARTER  NaPoWriMo  10, 2010

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Red sweet sausages,

a taste from the past

almost forgotten

now dancing on my taste buds

making me smile

SEPTOLET  for April 10, 2010

After party glow

memories made

pictures taken

forever Facebook

compromising positions

cupcakes

tequila shots

My Poetry Prompt for today….

Saturday for some people means getting up early and finding treasures and bargains at garage sales (after of course they write their NaPoWrimo poems).

So. . . today’s challenge:    List ten items  you would buy at a garage sale, or an auction or your local thrift store.  Be specific.   Now write a poem that includes all of these items.   Call your poem:  Things Found at a Garage Sale  or Things Found at the Thrift Store, or  Things Found at an Auction or In the Attic…In the Basement….  or call it Ishmael.  It’s your poem after all.

Garage Show Goldmines

By  Christopher J. Jarmick

Could the nearly perfect book  in the box                                                                                                                                                       most ignore                                                                                                                                                                                                                         really be  the rare 1934 first edition

Nero Wolfe Mystery, Fer- de-Lance  by Rex Stout?

Yes, I’m excited about getting a bargain on the Wii game,

the autographed  Collected Shorter Poems by Kenneth Rexroth,

several Criterion DVDs  I don’t own and those 5

hand-woven Longaberger baskets for $3 dollars each, but this

Rex Stout is worth  $15,000!

I’ll put the Tiffany lamp

in the middle of the dining room table,

wonder where I’m going to frame and hang

the original lobby cards from North by Northwest,

Horsefeathers and Jason and the Argonauts,

and ponder how much the rare gold coin is worth .

I wonder if that painting that looks like a Rembrandt

could possibly be the real deal and what we’ll find

at the next garage sale just around the corner.

ANOTHER PROMPT

The Read Write Poem today is by   Pamela  Sayers    she suggest you  write about a celebration you’ve had recently. Write about a birthday party, a wedding, a baptism — any kind of celebration where you were with family or friends or both. Write about the colors you remember, the sounds (and how they made you feel) and the tastes you remember from any of those events. Did these things make you feel good? Did you experience any new foods? Did you meet any new people? Sometimes, beyond our control, festivities can take a turn for the worse. Maybe that happened to you or someone you know. Whatever happened, be it great or not so great, let’s write about it!

So I wrote this:

Where did the drinks come from?

By Christopher J. Jarmick

We wore our hats, brought in

the jumbo cupcakes from Costco

and chocolate chip cookies,  there was a shot of tequila

I can account for,

water, a coke,

and people were singing , laughing.

I gave strangers, bartenders, the  D.J.

another Birthday girl a giant cupcake

and to the friends who gathered out our

reserved tables.     Two

(or was it three?), asked

if they could finish a Poem Starter;

—if such a thing was allowed.

Why not? I thought, then I wondered if it

Would only be done if I said No.

Then, a rousing version of Johnny B Goode

and pictures and fresh full glasses of potent

fire water concoctions  when I

sat back down.

Where DID those drinks come

from?

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek   ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’

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Poetry is Everything

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