NaPoWriMo Day 31 Prompt for Wednesday May 1, 2013 April 30, 2013

April 30, 2013

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
Ray Bradbury

“We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.”
Ray Bradbury

Day 31? Huh…what? Get over it. NaPoWriMo might be technically over… but you can certainly continue to write a poem a day. I’ll even suggest one last prompt for you to continue on a path where you write each and every day . Pressure is off….NaPoWriMo is over…. Write another one anyway.

Prompt 31-– confusion. You don’t know what day it is.. who you are, your senses have re-colored the world, your taste buds are wacky, you are smelling things differently, things feel differently than they look. Imagine this feeling… write a poem about it. Have fun!!!

Prompt 29 was NONE. My poems are thus:

Poem Starter 1429
By Christopher J. Jarmick

The sound of nothing
wasn’t heard,
but the meaningless of the moment

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Who knew
the meanings of
the words
no one had spoken
for hundreds of years?

Questioning Nothing
By Christopher J. Jarmick

What does it mean?
How much am I supposed to
watch, absorb, keep track of,
share, use, make sense of?
Having too much
but the same amount of time
means we take more for granted
appreciate less
and forget more.

Silence, like water
doesn’t flow freely
when people are around.

Poem Starter 1501
By Christopher J. Jarmick

The Book of Nothing
contained blank pages.

PROMPT #30 was The End my poems:

Poem Starter 1430
By Christopher J. Jarmick

At both ends
are beginnings.

The End
By Christopher J. Jarmick

After they lived happily ever after,
they saw the pamphlet
that it is near
though not yet here.

the no outlet sign
of Dead End Boulevard,
beyond the church
is where I sent
my love.
Some fearless soul
will dare
to find it

End Rhymer
by Christopher J. Jarmick

The fork
ran off with the spoon.
Some picky eaters
by the light of
the moon.

And so
it’s over
you’ll be happy
to know
And a rhyme
concludes it
just in

Nobody knew what time it was
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Since nobody knew what time it was
And everyone was late
from everyplace
they needed to go,
the end of everything
was declared;
but while trying to
officially record it
it had to be called off
nobody knew what time it was.

Poem Ender
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Why do you think
it ends?
If no one is around
at the very end,
when does it begin?

And I also wrote this one:

Pop Life Updates Part 64
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Major Tom
the junkie
is in Rehab.

Lionel Richie
fell off the ceiling
–too old to dance there.

Found the recipe
for the cake,
don’t need to
listen to McArthur Park
ever again.

People check out
of Hotel California
all the time,
often move to

Wild thing
didn’t really love

Most people in
San Francisco
don’t wear flowers
In their hair.

Nothin’ from Nothin’
is nothin’
but it’s got a beat
and you can dance to it.

the Day in the Life
final chord
is still playing.

Copyright© Christopher J. Jarmick 2013

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


Poetry is Everything


Christopher J. Jarmick is a Seattle based writer, very active in the Northwest Poetry Community. His latest book is called IGNITION; Poem Starters, Septolets, Statements & Double Dog Dares. Click on it to find out more about it.

Copyright© Christopher J. Jarmick 2013


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