NaPoWriMo Day 9 – Prompt for April 9, 2015April 8, 2015
Welcome to Day 9 of NaPoWriMo. Although some days, the juices aren’t flowing as I’d like, one of my favorite things to do is to write, particularly poems that I might share at readings or even get published. NaPoWriMo gives me additional motivation to push myself and write a little differently than I normally would. I also get to see what others are writing. Brendan McBreen who’s an active part of a group of poets and writers in Auburn, Washington called The Striped Water Poets does NaPoWriMo and posts additional prompts and challenges on his Elsewhere in the Rain blog. Worth checking out.
Also worth checking out is NorthWest poet and recently retired Metro bus driver Michael Spence‘s latest collection of poetry, The Bus Drivers Threnody (Truman State University Press). It is one of my favorite poetry books published in 2014 It’s witty, clever, funny, sad, revealing and sometimes profound. You can read more about it here: The Bus Drivers Threnody . http://tsup.truman.edu/item.asp?itemId=502 . (It’s also at Amazon).
This brings us to our prompt.
DAY 9 – NaPoWriMo Prompt for April 9 2015
Let’s write a Threnody! A what? A threnody, (from the greek) is a song, hymn or poem of mourning (like an elegy or lament) composed or performed as a memorial to a dead person. You can write your poem about a person… or to something that you miss, or you believe is fading away and will soon be obsolete. (you know, like common sense. . .). “I miss . . .” may work as nudge for you….
NAPOWRIMO PROMPT 7 POEMS
Choose words from a book based on your birthday, age etc. The poem should have theme or idea based on the book you use for the words. One of my favorite recently discovered books, Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss generated the words used in this mediocre write: called, songs, fullness, sorry, attempting, wind, given, would, after, happens
Naming the Wind
By Christopher J. Jarmick
The scribe was called to the table
not to pen lyrics to a song
but document a true story of fullness and wonder
which, sorry to say, had tragic consequences
as a young lad attempting to learn magical secrets
to use the power of the wind
was given a book
that would propel him on a journey
challenge after challenge of action, love, lust and learning
and what happens next, I can not tell.
WD Poem a Day Prompt 7
Was to write a love poem, an anti-love poem or a combination of both
By Christopher J. Jarmick
despite everything that happened
he still thought of her,
at times missed her
knew he still loved her.
There were no illusions
that he should
or even could
be with her.
He remember clearly
how much he hated her.
But she was one
he truly loved
and always would.
The others faded.
Good memories mostly
or clear marks on the path
remembered only here and there
with touch of bittersweet nostalgia perhaps,
but easily put back away
to be nearly forgotten once again.
The ones you really loved
are anarchists never controlled
only managed, until
suddenly when least expected
the banks of the creek breached
emotions, regrets, guilt, anger flood,
and the depressing reminder that
love was not enough after all.
Effort and strength
expended to bury her again. . .
reinforce the locks, rebuild the
banks, engineer a better flood plain. . .
there’s no doubt
to haunt you
Teresa’s Prompt 6 Poem
Use river names to write your poem
Threads in the River
By Teresa Jarmick
Niobrara goes to street dances, drinks.
Wild in a pickup truck star gazing, listening to dreams.
White Republican sunbathing topless April,
bronchitis, voiceless a month, trying to fit in.
Little Nemaha all but forgotten twirling on
green sculptured carpet in her favorite dress, watchers gone.
Shoshone graduated from everything, hair included.
Nishnabotna married, carried, buried.
She survived betrayal.
Platte the adventuress refuses boundaries,
carries on through fear.
Missouri waits for us all.