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NaPoWriMo 2016 for May 1, 2016

April 30, 2016

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy

MAY 1    NaPoWriMo 2016 is history.

NaPoWriMo 2016  is done.  Writing every day is a good habit to develop and if prompts help you do it, well prompts are everywhere and on the internet and I also created a Writing Prompt Page Here which I will be adding to.

Thanks for visiting this blog.  I hope you found it interesting.  I learn something new every NaPoWriMo April as I stretch a bit outside of what I normally would be writing.  Some poems with some rewriting and editing might wind up being keepers.  A few lines may be used elsewhere.  Some seeds for future writes have also been planted.

My latest poetry collection, Not Aloud just got a great review from Raven Chronicles (by Thomas Hubbard).  Click here to read it.

2016 NaPoWriMo began here. 

Keep writing!

My Day 30 Prompt Poem Part 1 (I poem without the “I”)

Not an “I” Poem

By Christopher J. Jarmick

 

He, not you,

says too much

too late.

 

Some wonder – how?

…never happen to

them

 

They are too happy

seem made for each other

Yet. . .

 

News travels fast.

That really happened? When?

So unexpected.

 

She says she knew

Even thought: ‘Why not sooner?’

He says: ‘Crazy.’

 

He should’ve

She could’ve

Now too late.

 

Wonder?

Not about you

Me

 

No ‘we’

any longer – here

but gonna be okay.

 

My Day 30 Prompt Poem Part 2  (create a poem using lines of recently written poems)

Old lines, new poem

By Christopher J. Jarmick

 

Don’t ask me about redundancy

Dreary gray nebulous clouds overhead.

At Bharadvaja’s Twist Lounge, Big Toe greeted me at the door.

Go to ‘little falls’ in Minnewaska, strip off your clothes like it’s 1974.

 

Cool breeze, alder and pine

leaving traces, through green forest

Passing curiosities are like melting ice,

the last light of the day paints the clouds.

 

The camera always moving . . .

They aren’t playing liars poker or joker’s wild

We let go of the things

They love you but are not your friends.

 

Says she: “Prove it with a kiss.”

Delicate butterfly

tiny hummingbird

in the purple rain.

 

The storm is over, new norm arriving

geese coming in for a landing.

The poet and magician practice their craft

A red sunset fading into lilac lights

 

Renew your muse

A jittery inquiry about Glittery Hillary’s contradictory abilities

Purpnerkling obfuksications

Stay adiabatic

(lines from 24 of my NaPoWriMo writes from April 2016 were used.)

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