NaPoWriMo National Poetry Writing Month Day 27 Prompt for Sunday April 27, 2014 Posted April 26, 2014April 26, 2014
“Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe
that I do not want it. Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.”
― Mary Oliver
Welcome to Day 27 of the NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) challenge. I hope you’ve broken through any writing blocks and continue to write a poem each and every day. I hope at times you wrote quickly, letting the process take over and experimenting with styles and tones you never tried before. Anyway… came up with an odd prompt/challenge for you. Hope you decide to give it a try and you let me know where I can read your creation. ENJOY.
Just below today’s prompt is where you’ll find what I wrote for Day 26.
THE PROMPT for Sunday, April 27th, 2014
PROMPT 27 – Choose a State. Look up the names of several of its cities and towns. Include several of them in a poem, but don’t use the names of these cities and towns as places… use them instead in other ways (Example: Her eyes were deep New York, and her Schenectady hips swayed to beat of the Albany music. ). Got the idea? See what you come up with. Title the poem with the name of the State you use.
Here’s what I wrote for Prompt 26 which suggested you run with the idea of writing an opposite or oppositional poem.
Poem Starter 1426
by Christopher J. Jarmick
Do bi-polar opposites attract?
Or is that oxymoronic?
Not a Poem about Art
By Christopher J. Jarmick
Does authenticity, truth;
Really elude ALL commercial sensabilities?
An arm and a leg
perhaps an ear
sold to no one
but a concept
in the moment
that contains fleeting thoughts
toward making it understood
leaves open commercial possibility
and heartfelt truth
containing tinge of sentimentality
means it fails the test of purity
and is infected with fatal disease.
Uncompromising ART is stripped
of all commercial sensibility
carries no agenda
simply represents ego
all humanity buried.
I’ve got it all wrong
or maybe, since only rarely
does poetry sell.
I’ve got it almost right.
Anyone famous for 15 minutes
is a sell-out fraud. . .
you had it wrong
Copyright© Christopher J. Jarmick 2014
The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’
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