April 15, 2010 NaPoWriMo poems, writing prompts, challenges. . .

April 15, 2010

It’s the 15th day of  NaPoWriMo   and  of Script Frenzy.    I’m keeping up with both…..  struggled a bit to get out some script pages yesterday and the poems the last few days but I got through it and feel it’s a little bit easier today.  Works that way sometimes.
Stick with it, hang in there, we can do this…. thanks for reading and cheering on those participating or witnessing this madness. The experience is richer and better because of you.

POEM STARTER NaPoWriMo 15, 2010
By Christopher J. Jarmick

They watch from close by
wishing the water,
they never touch
was the right temperature.

SEPTOLET for April 15, 2010 #1

Automated Guttenberg
Keyboard, screen
I-pod people

Sipping lattes
Privacy lost
Homeland security.

SEPTOLET for April 15, 2010 #2

Plaid buttons
Flannel shirt
Tucked into
Printed flannel pants

Striped socks
Corduroy slippers

Secret Thing games (prompt poem)
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Rex Stout first editions commiserate with
out of print Criterion DVDs as Edgar the
brightly colored wooden Mexican fish stays
still as a bone on his perch
Below, on the table the remotes
sit waiting for lights out and after
all is quiet to begin their game of hide and seek
with the video game controllers
and quirky single socks who strayed
from their partners and are not going
home ever again.

My Prompt for today: April 15, 2010

Keeping it simple… we’re halfway through…
Write down at least 4 objects in your Living Room or Dining Room area only.
Now make a poem that includes all of these objects.

And the prompt/challenge from Read Write member Dale today has to do with daring to be a little silly: In a nice private place, pick out a stanza, or a few lines, that you like from a poem that you don’t otherwise feel was very successful. Say them over to yourself.

Now hum them. See if you can find the tune. And now sing them aloud. (Who cares if you can sing? You’re in private. And this is poetry!) Throwing away the rest of the poem, write two more stanzas (stand-alone or connected) that go to the same tune. No fair doing it silently!

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

Poetry is Everything


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