NaPoWriMo Friday, April 13, 2012 Day 13/30April 12, 2012
Friday April 13th, 2012 NaPoWriMo Day 13/30
“Creative action plays with the unknown.
But as the child fears the dark,full of big dogs and mental monsters
formed from fantasies, the adult child will be fearful too, faced with the dark world of the unknown mind, with vast concepts looking enormous just beyond the front yard.Peering out, he sees no parents in the darkness of that land where he has never been. The unknown is uncontrolled, no strategies exist that will enclose the endless territory of the new. Only trust in yourself and in this world can carry you past the watchdogs of your fears
and out of the iron gates of the already-known.”– Arthur Deikman
How we doing? Start doing it today…. Catch up on the weekend… jump on and start writing a poem every day. C’mon!!!
Superstitious? What is it about 13 and Friday the 13th that makes people uneasy? Did it begin with the last supper (13 people attended, one was betrayed, then crucified) or the Pope ending the Templars in 1313? Or 13 Witches in a coven? Or the French Witch Trials in 1313, or the Salem Witch Trials involving 13 women in 1692? Chaucer wrote about Friday being an unlucky day to travel, perhaps marking the beginnings of the Friday the 13th superstition? There are many theories about 13 and Friday the 13th. There have been several Black Fridays throughout history as well—a few involving Wall Street!
So today’s prompt is to write about one or more superstitions, or create a new superstition. And I think you should figure in 13 somehow. Maybe 13 lines, or 13 syllables or. . .something else 13 that you decide upon.
PROMPT POEMS FROM DAY 12 (incorporate at least two movie quotes in your 12×12 poem)
All Purpose Speech (12 x 12)
By Christopher J. Jarmick
Ladies and Gentlemen, I guess that includes most
of you. I stand before you, because I got here
first to make a speech about whatever I want,
because everyone has the right to make an ass out
of themselves or at least a science experiment.
Well, I thought my razor was dull ‘til I heard this speech.
Let me cut through all the crap and just say Plastics.
Why? It’s the future, it’s the past, it stores things in
freezers and I promised not to offend anyone.
So to make absolutely sure that doesn’t happen
And since their paying me per spoken word and I’ve
Just gone over their allotted budget; Thanks, Goodnight.
Quotes from: Duck Soup, A Night at the Opera, Harold and Maude, Horse Feathers and The Graduate are within this poem!)
By Teresa Jarmick
Brace yourself, what if this is as good as it gets,
Tracing horizontal lines, writing squares, singing
Triangles, wishing the earth was round enough to
Bounce higher than yesterday’s valley of dirty
Dishes, laundry tsunami and unlit lamp shade.
Blunt force sleeplessness, stacking coffins left over
From the twenties, thirties. It’s late, might be never.
One wood, then metallic gray, all lead to granite
Prairie hilltop dotted evergreen eternal.
Wind the frog, hop along gravel roads with grated
Edges dropping into irrigation canals
Kiss sunrise, wish it well, crawl into bed close eyes
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