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NaPoWriMo National Poetry Writing Month Day 17 Prompt for Thursday April 17, 2014 Posted April 16, 2014

April 16, 2014

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
― Plato

Welcome to Day 17 of the NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) challenge. Some of the participants hit a wall around this point of time. It gets a little more difficult to write a poem, or to write from a prompt. Finding the time remains a challenge for some, but since you’ve hopefully carved out a little time to write every day, the problem is that perhaps you feel the pressure a little more and want to write something that has some quality to it. Worry not NaPoWriMer write and the rewards for your efforts will manifest, if not today, than soon. Keep writing.

Now for today’s prompt.

Wednesday April 17th Prompt

PROMPT 17 – Hands

Write a poem that is inspired by Hands. Think of your sense of touch, your fingers, your palm, about what your hands or the hands of others (holding hands, high fiving, massage,) means to you. Think perhaps of someone who has last a hand or both hands or was born without hands. Write a poem about this.

PROMPT 16 suggested you write a Poetic Toast.
I went a bit over-board and wrote several things for this prompt.

Poem starter 1416
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Here’s to the curse that’s made me a writer
enduring grueling, long hours of
arduous mental hard labor
only another afflicted wordsmith
truly understands but are too busy
inside their own heads to actually give a damn.

A POETIC TOAST
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Strip yer muse naked
Yer wordz aren’t that sacred
Later drive yersef daft
Workin on yer craft
Quit your belly achin’
NaPo taint fakin’
Now write em on down
And spread em aroun’

Jack McCarthy Toast
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Jack you figured out late in life
how to win our hearts with a
perfect balance of wit, irreverence
humor, and pathos even as you fiercely trounced
friends and strangers at poetry competitions.
You shared many a secret
right on your sleeve.
offered sage advice,
opened your life struggles,
with uncommon truths
and humility.
You made us laugh, then twisted
it to make us cry
And no matter how we resisted
what we knew was happening,
even as we knew it was happening,
It was impossible not to be
moved by the words, your tone,
the pauses you took between
the lines.
You were the best,
Damn it

And you gave everything you could
until your last breath
leaving us wanting more.
One in a million,
we’ll swig something
non-alcohlic to honor
the memories we have of
you, and encourage those
who haven’t yet had the pleasure,
to discover what you’ve left
behind.

NAPOWRIMO TOAST
By Christopher J. Jarmick

To NaPoWriMo
An excuse to write
in plain sight
to deviously
but obviously
trick the muse
to free her noose
ignore this mock
on writer’s block
and allow a poem
(or two)
to find a home.

Copyright© Christopher J. Jarmick 2014

Keep writing!!!

Read more about National Poetry Month 2014 and NaPoWrimo in my 3 Part Series here:

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

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Poetry is Everything

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One comment

  1. […] The prompt today is to write a poem inspired by hands. (For more details, go to POETRYisEVERYTHING.) […]



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