NaPoWriMo April 7, 2012 Day 7 /30

April 6, 2012

Saturday, APRIL 7TH, 2012 NaPoWriMo. Day 7

If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.– Muriel Rukeyser

Septolet Day !!! Sep-toe-lay is how you say it. It’s a lesser known very short French Form and there’s two ways of doing a Septolet. Let’s write one of each today.

Word Septolet

Septolet 1: Total of 14 words in 7 lines, no line should have more than three words. The poem should relate to one subject, object, thought or feeling. The first four lines create a coherent picture or thought, the last three lines create another. Each could stand separately, but both are related.

Syllable Septolet

Septolet 2: Line 1 has one syllable, Line 2 has two, Line 3 has 3, Line 4 has 4 syllables, space, Line 5 has 3, Line 6 has 2, Line 7 has one syllable. Poem should relate to one thought, feeling, object, place.

You can write this in collaboration with someone. Write the first line, have a friend or significant other write the second line, you can write the third.. etc. etc. Remarkable what results sometimes. Feel free to do it this way as well. Do an extra two of these if you are doing it this way.

POEMS from 6th Day Prompt (connecting things you normally wouldn’t connect 6 words per line, 6, 12 or 18 lines in length)

BY Christopher Jarmick

Plug the TV into a flower
bursting in blooms of new color
everyone loves until paramedic suspicions arise.

Ironic tickling teaches addicts coping skills
Bright Black glows, polka-dot Jay squawks
Atheist martyrs passionately argue for apathy.

Lakes wet up, Autumn leaves bud
Birds howl at settling old moons
Draw perfectly straight circles with snowflakes.

Offensive clothing burned, permissive movies eaten
Ezra pound cake swallows Ferlinghetti Island
Deafening silence jams grape highway parables.

Machiavellian Hate marriages begin with divorce
Fourth eye temples re-built by vengeful Idol.
Overwear worn backwards by inner-city seniors.

Balance re-calculated with high interest pre-closures
Outstretched eyes grasp constricted truth pickles
Votes subtracted never vary the income

Open Locked
By Teresa Jarmick

Brown chair evening, firs pulling sun

Outrageous purple blossoms mourn, birds gossip

Green room, I’m inside sipping tea

For me, the doors open out

Outsiders may not enter freely, closed

My choice this open locked, tonight

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’
Poetry is Everything
©2012 Christopher J. Jarmick All Rights Reserved



  1. My internet connection is dodgy at best, and it prevents me reading much, but I haven’t stopped writing: http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2012/04/07/napowrimo-day-6/

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