NaPoWriMo April 12, 2012 Day 12/30

April 11, 2012

Thursday, APRIL 12TH, 2012 Day 12 of NaPoWriMo….

Have you written a poem every day? Have you missed a few days? You know you can always catch up if you absolutely want to rise to the challenge of writing a poem a day… or at least averaging a poem a day. 30 Poems for this April, less in June July and . . .

“Do you feel lucky punk? Well.. do ya? Marvelous! “


12 by 12 and movie quotes!

For my birthday (today) let’s do two of my favorite things….poetry and movies.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.– Leonard Cohen

Use at least 2 movie quotes. The quotes can be from any movie you’d like (tell us at the end of the poem if you want). The quotes can be favorites or ones you look up and decide to play with. You can go to IMDB.COM, look up a movie you like and often there will be a box on the left hand side that includes a link to quotes from that movie. You can try googling the movie and see if quotes will come up for it. You can even change the tense or gender of a word if need be. Make sure you use at least two quotes. Each quote can consist of a couple of lines of dialogue or a single line.. up to you.

Your poem should have 12 lines with each line having 12 syllables (12 by 12). You can use more than 2 quotes if you want and your poem can be about any subject. (You can do two 12 x 12 stanzas if you like…).

*Up top my two quotes (equaling 12 syllables were from Dirty Harry & it’s 2nd sequel: The Enforcer (1976).

Day 11 Prompt Poems (take us away to a beautiful place, real or imagined in a poem)

Our Places
By Christopher J. Jarmick

The light royal blue of a streaked with purple and orange sunset sky
where you delight
at the sight
of a Dungeness crab scurrying on rocky beach.

In the morning,
you’re amazed how far the tide has gone out.
The moss, the sea-weed, the shells,
the snacking sea-gulls.
The smell of sea.
The curve of sky touching mirror.
Chilled breeze.

We walk carefully on temporary
real estate that will soon
be underwater.

By Teresa Jarmick

Off the steps surrounded by cherry pits
Brick path, cool from apple shade
Five year brown legs, bare feet
Traveling home
Loop to hydrant,
Clothesline high above head
Barely noticed.
Open field ahead
Warm tall grass parted
Just wide enough
Worn smooth
Out in the open, free
Arms wide

Wind skipping
Spinning face sunnyside

My forever place.

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


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