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NaPoWriMo Day 21 Prompt for April 21, 2016

April 20, 2016

“If people cannot write well, they cannot think well,

 and if they cannot think well,

others will do their thinking for them.”

George Orwell

 

DAY 21  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  April 21, 2016

Welcome to Day 21 of the NaPoWriMo challenge.  Use these prompts to inspire you to write a poem each and every day of April.

Here’s a micro-poetry challenge.   140 characters maximum like Twitter.  Spaces count.  Maximum 28 characters (including spaces per line).   Can you do a five line poem that has 28 characters per line?  Can you do a 10 line poem that has 14 characters per line?   Can you mix the two  like this for an 8 line poem?  14  14  28   14  14  28 14  14 ?   Write at least 2 140 characters poems however you would like.

Yes, be as creative as you would like with this.  “C” could be used for see  for instance.  AHA!

For those living anywhere near Western Washington you might want to look at the new Poetry Day of the Week page that you’ll find in the upper right corner under PAGES.   A couple of times this month you may also find my Poetry Northwest announcements in between the NaPoWriMo posts.

If you post the poems on your blog or anywhere using this prompt… send me a link.

Enjoy!

DAY 1 PROMPT AND POETRY NORTHWEST READINGS EVENTS ETC. IS HERE:

My Day 19 Prompt Poem  (crow talk)

Crow Clan at the Park

By Christopher J. Jarmick

“I got this,” Crowfowl crowca-cawed to his mates.

He swooped off the lamp post, straight for the red baseball cap atop

the middle aged man’s head.

Bill ducked, though Crowfowl was still 6 inches away.

“What the hell?” Bill shouted; glaring; shaking his fists.

 

“What the hell indeed,” Crowfowl chuckled

landing back on the lamppost next to his mates.

“He has no clue,” Crowma muttered.

“Principals at stake” said Crowfowl

“What else can you do?” agreed Crowlow.

 

“Never should have said: let them eat crow,” said crowfowl

“Who says such a thing?!” Crowlow agreed.

“Idiot humans,” said Crowma.

“Do we taste good to them?” Littlecrow asked.

“I don’t think so,” said Crowfowl.

 

“They taste horrible,” Crowma said.

“Indeed.” Crowlow bobbed.

“And you would know?” Crowfowl teased.

“Desperate times. . .in my youth.” Crowlow said.

“Best to avoid unless your starving,” Crowma tutored.

 

“Let the vultures have ‘em.  No taste.” Crowlow said.

“No class either.” Crowfowl added.

“Look at that one,” Littlecrow said beak-pointing.

A young man dressed in black, was moving his folded arms,

squawking loudly, laughing.

 

“Trying to look like us.” Crowlow commented.

“As if they could blend in.” Crowma scowled.

“Do we look like that to them?” Littlecrow asked.

“Who cares,” Crowlow said.  “Idiots!”

“If he does it again, I’ll buzz him.” Crowma declared.

 

“Short attention spans, not likely to happen.” Crowfowl said.

“Mystery how such careless creatures keep surviving.” Crowma said.

“Indeed!  Ha ha!” Crowfowl crowca-cawed.

“Ha-ha, ha-ha” they crowca-cawed.

“Good for a laugh at least.” Crowma concluded.

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2 comments

  1. Love it!



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