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NaPoWriMo Prompt for April 27, 2017

April 26, 2017

DAY 27  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  Thursday, April 27, 2017

 

The purpose of poetry is to remind us

how difficult it is to remain just one person,

for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,

and invisible guests come in and out at will.”

Czesław Miłosz

 

Prompt 27  Let’s use anaphora in our poem today.

 

Anaphora comes from the Greek for a  “a carrying up or back,” and refers to using successive phrases or lines that begin with the same words.  It can resemble a litany, it can be as simple as using a single word in each line of your poem or using a longer phrase.  It was used by Shakespeare, and is used in a lot of the world’s religious poetry including biblical psalms.

 

“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”

Robert Frost

 

Prompt 25 as suggested by Brendan McBreen was to write an upside  down poem.

Here is what I wrote.

Not A Right Side Up Poem

By Christopher J. Jarmick

 

1.

I am standing on my head

trying to write

a poem

(but not this poem),

About something said

that almost

led to a fight.

It’s too difficult to

continue

and writing upside down

is NOT an upside down poem.

 

2.

Read this poem while

Standing on your head.

I realize that doesn’t make

the poem an upside poem

either, however.

 

3.

You are probably light-headed

ater standing on your head

for a few minutes.

You probably believe in your

present state

that this could be

an upside down

poem.

 

*Brendan’s suggestion to write an upside down poem seemed interesting and challenging.  Still does despite this awful write I’ve come up with.

 

Keep Writing

Robert Frost

Robert Frost 1941 pd wiki

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NaPoWriMo Prompt for April 26,2017

April 25, 2017

DAY 26  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  Wednesday, April 26, 2017

 

“Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

 

Welcome to Day 26 of our poem-a-day marathon in celebration of National Poetry Month.

Prompt for Day 26:   Write a couple of short poems embracing an absurd idea as a reality which perhaps comments on popular culture, or language or history or if you must politics.

 

“Poetry puts starch in your backbone so you can stand, so you can compose your life.”

Maya Angelou

 

The Prompt for Day 24  involved writing a poem about letters in the alphabet.

Here’s what I wrote:

 

Misprint

By Christopher J. Jarmick

 

A book toppled off the shelf.

No one was near it.

I saw something moving on the floor.

It wasn’t a worm but could it be

a book fly?  A book ant?

As I picked up the book

I saw what looked like two eyelashes

moving on the floor

and bent down to get a closer look.

Two letters!

 

I was alone in the bookstore;

was I dreaming?

I looked away

then back at the

letters

making their way toward a space

underneath the bookshelf.

The letter ‘q’, and the letter ‘f’

moving together

almost as one.

‘Q’ and ‘F’?

What was this?

Were they escaping

from the book?

Has this sort of thing

happened before?

Did it happen often?

 

Perhaps the letters

were in love.

Perhaps love affairs between certain letters

was not permitted.

‘Q’’s are usually with ‘u’’s

they go together,

are almost always together.

But a ‘Q’ and a ‘F’?

This was an act of subversion.

 

I could understand

a  ‘Q’ and ‘X’…  they both

seem somewhat

anti-social… neither very

good team-players,

but certainly unique,

distinct.

A ‘q’ and  ‘g’ I could

see as a case

of opposites attracting;

But a ‘q’ and  ‘f’?

For several days,

I was in a daze

regarding the remarkable

thing I witnessed.

I forgot to keep track of the

book that the letters

escaped from.

And I realized

some day

a customer may come in

and talk about a misprint

they found

And I might be tempted

to inquire if it involved a missing ‘q’

And ‘f’.

I might be tempted to relate

my story

knowing it might  make me

sound unhinged.

Letters escaping from a book?

Letters magically alive?

Was I promoting something akin

to a conspiracy?

Did I really think there was

an alternate (or parallel) universe,

where the letters themselves

rise up against the traditions

and rules of grammar

and letter pairing?

And would that make the

father and mother of

this revolution

the ‘q’ and ‘f’

I observed

running off

across the bookstore

floor?

Best to keep

uiet  orever.

 
Keep Writing!

Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou 1993 pd wiki

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NaPoWriMo Prompt 25 for April 25, 2017

April 24, 2017

DAY 25  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  Tuesday, April 25, 2017

 

“Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.”

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

 

Welcome to Day 25!  We are on the homestretch of NaPoWriMo 2017.  I hope some of the writes stretched your writing muscles and imagination.  Perhaps you’ll find it easier in the future to be inspired to create.

 

Today’s prompt # 25  was suggested by Brendan McBreen

Upside-down is the theme, write a poem.

 

“I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.”

Ovid

 

Prompt 23   – suggested that we write a poem revealing an ugly truth.

Here’s what I wrote.

Ugly Truth

By Christopher J. Jarmick

 

Our necks strain toward the scene

of the accident.

We want to see what we

really don’t want to see.

Scandals, bad news,

attract us like gnats to a bright light.

We like rags to riches stories,

but absolutely love, love love

when those on top

fall off their perches

and belly flop loudly

complete with juicy lurid details.

We pretend we’re better

than that whenever it happens,

we comment about it:

‘they were too greedy. . .’,

‘it was too good to be true’,

‘they never deserved the good fortune,’

‘kharma, baby, kharma. . .

And some always say:

I saw that coming ages ago,

I knew it was going to happen.

Yet for all our wisdom

we remain gullible

and more naïve than cynical.

We like shiny success.

Perhaps we think

some of the shine

will reflect off of us.

Hell, someone has got

to win the lotto, right?

Wish I could write more

but the police scanner is

blaring and there’s breaking news

on the television…..

 

Keep Writing!

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NaPoWriMo Prompt for April 24, 2017

April 23, 2017

DAY 24  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  Monday, April 24, 2017

 

“A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times.”

Randall Jarrell

 

Day 24 is upon us.  7 days, 7 prompts left to go.

 

Prompt 24     Write a poem about the alphabet, or letters, or your favorite or least favorite letters of the alphabet, or a relationship you have with one or more letters of an alphabet.  The poem should be in English but the alphabet could be other than English.  You get the idea.

 

 “first of all nothing will happen

and a little later

nothing will happen again”

Leonard Cohen

 

For Prompt 22 Brendan McBreen suggested that for Earth Day we should find and use at least twelve words related to geology, and use them in a love poem (or anti-love poem).

Here’s what I wrote:

Geo-degradable

By Christopher J. Jarmick

 

It didn’t seem the continental drift,

the erosion, the syncline, would happen to us.

It seemed our love was made of Cambrian cementation,

geomorphically solid (subject to occasional natural outgas of course),

but having survived some tectonic shifts

our subduction zone and unconformity were

of little concern, until the rockfall that

disturbed forever our core, resulting

in a Cretaceous crustal deposition

where we couldn’t even

agree on the exact location of the fault lines.

Earthquake, avalanche, tidal wave

and goodbye.

 

Keep Writing!

Leonard Cohen

leonard cohen

 

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NaPoWriMo Prompt for April 23, 2017

April 22, 2017

DAY 23  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  Sunday, April 23, 2017

 

“Poetry: the best words in the best order.”

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

 

Welcome to Day 23 of our new habit of writing each and every day. . .

Prompt 23 –   Write a poem revealing an ugly truth.

 

“I want to see thirst

In the syllables,

Tough fire

In the sound;

Feel through the dark

For the scream.”

Pablo Neruda

 

Prompt 21– suggested you use at least 5 completely made-up nonsense/sound words  in a poem at least 8 lines in length.

 

LatSay-macked

By Christopher J. Jarmick

 

Blop  glazz moosic blaring from the coffee shop

Sheila stepped around a baby cartager.

Shooquewsh!

She was floomicked

What did she step on?

Karingbam!

The bisighcle swerned scraping the paper stand box.

Greeeshhh!  DuhOhhngah!

Sheila somehow didn’t spilfer a drit of her LaLaTay.

 

Keep Writing!

Pablo Neruda

pablo neruda pd wiki

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NaPoWriMo Prompt for April 22, 2017

April 21, 2017

DAY 22  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  Saturday, April 22, 2017

 

“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”

John Keats

 

It’s  Earth Day!   So we have an appropriate prompt suggested by Brendan McBreen today.

 

But first, a reminder for those in the Western Washington area.

 

Award-winning writer-poet-publisher Paul Hunter will be visiting BookTree (bookstore in Kirkland) with his brand new book on April 22nd at 4 p.m.!  Hunter Facebook Event Page  

 

“If we surrendered

to earth’s intelligence

we could rise up rooted, like trees.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

 

Day 22nd Prompt from Brendan McBreen

Find twelve words related to geology, now use them in a love poem (or anti-love poem).

 

“I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here.”

Sylvia Plath

Prompt 20 suggested by Brendan suggested using at least six homonyms in a poem.

Here is what I wrote:

 

Lying down

By Christopher J. Jarmick

 

Left out on the foot of the bed

was the long letter where I learned

about the mean lie you didn’t mean

for me to see.  I saw the name Chris,

not realizing it was addressed to another

with the same name until I began reading.

This was more than I could live with-

another wound that would not heal.

 

I lie on the couch longing to meet someone

who won’t live a lie, appreciates learned left-brain

thinking romantics, who likes walking barefoot

in the rain, (on the sand by the sea perhaps)

going with me to live poetry readings.

 

 

Keep Writing!

 

Rainer Maria Rilke

rainer maria Rilke 1900 pd

 

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NaPoWriMo Prompt for April 21, 2017

April 20, 2017

DAY 21  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  Friday, April 21, 2017

 

“April is the cruelest month, breeding

lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

memory and desire, stirring

dull roots with spring rain.”

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

 

NaPoWriMo is 2/3 rds done.  Just 10 more to go.  If you are just beginning… welcome.  Roll up your sleever and start writing!

 

Prompt 21 – 

Use at least 5 completely made-up nonsense/sound words  in a poem at least 8 lines in length.

 

“in a world

full of

temporary things

 

you are

a perpetual

feeling.”

Sanober Khan

 

Prompt 19  suggested that you look at words on boxes of snacks, cereal, frozen foods.  Choose three at a time exactly as you find them.  (Even ingredients)

Here is what I wrote:

Not A Poem about Salted Caramel Popcorn

By Christopher J. Jarmick

 

No artificial ingredients – cream milk, salt.

Your green eyes reading; molasses, vanilla extract, non-GMO corn meal.

Let’s prevent cross-contamination,

keep our love pure and deliciously addictive

Enjoy life and ingredients we can pronounce.

Keep believing the stars have aligned.

A little sweet, a little salty,

melt in my mouth.

 

Keep Writing!

T.S. Eliot

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