dark becomes light blessed be all gather ‘round the bonfire’s glow
~kat
A new short poetry form to play with.
Elfchen Known as an “elevenie” in English, the German elfchen (which loosely translates to “little eleven” or “wee eleven”) contains 11 words separated into five lines: one word, then two, then three, then four, then one again. The first line of an elfchen is traditionally some single-word concept, thought, or thing, which the rest of the poem describes—what it does, how it looks, how it makes you feel, whatever strikes your fancy. The last line is often a synonym or some other overarching reflection of your first word.
i’m not honest, not one bit she is a wall at the forest’s edge it’s zaniness, that’s what it is i am not a fan of flying devoured by madness because what matters most beyond conclusion from dark dawn to dark dusk turned into months into years down, down, downsized floor to ceiling windows the sweet scent of buttercups my heart swelling, splintering did you know? I write poetry by fireflies in pickle jars she fancies herself organized bitter, and smooth to the tongue
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day Thirty: Off prompt. Rather than writing a palinode – a poem in which you retract a view or sentiment expressed in an earlier poem, I decided to extract a line from several previous poems as a finale to this year’s daily challenge. Doing a ReVerse Poem* has always been my way to sum things up at the end of the day. Sometimes the combination of lines make sense…and sometimes, not so much. But it does give me a snapshot into each previous day’s endeavor. So, there you have it! Another NaPoWriMo in the bag. Until next year…😊
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time.
1- soot dusted space morning sun glare floor to ceiling windows leak streaked inside from too much rain cubicle of cubicles the corporate sweatshop that devoured me
2- down, down, downsized from a one hundred year old money-trap, a thousand square feet of accumulated stuff to lose, memories are not things, to a forever home in the Blue Ridge foothills with undressed windows, ambient green
3- the pandemic, people were dying, they told us, “pack everything, work from home”, a few weeks turned into months into years from cubicle to corner nook sheltered, stir crazy, in place hummingbirds at the window squirrels in the hickory trees
4- i don’t miss the commute from dark dawn to dark dusk the break room chatter, gossip, office politics ugly they’re telling us, “pack everything, come back to the cubicles”, but i have decided to stay where life has balance, home where my heart is
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day Twenty-Three: write a poem of your own that has multiple numbered sections. Attempt to have each section be in dialogue with the others, like a song where a different person sings each verse, giving a different point of view. Set the poem in a specific place that you used to spend a lot of time in, but don’t spend time in anymore.
courage is a child who goes back to school after a massacre
courage is telling the truth even if it means losing everything
courage is wearing a dress because it makes you feel pretty even if they named you Jonathan
courage is helping those who are different because what matters most is acknowledging their humanity
courage Is not laughing when the joke is not funny but hurtful to someone
courage is saying, “me too” “Black Lives Matter” “I stand with you”
courage I have learned evolved from the Latin word, ‘cor’ meaning heart
courage is following one’s heart showing the rest of us how to truly live
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day Twenty-One: choose an abstract noun from the list below, and then use that as the title for a poem that contains very short lines, and at least one invented word.
i am not a fan of flying and you can take the stairs, not me i get queasy, knees, weak, wobbly fear of heights is terrifying it’s downright debilitating for as long as I remember been a reticent ascender with feet on terra firma set but haven’t missed a vista yet a snail’s eye-view, full of splendor
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day Nineteen: write a poem about something that scared you – or was used to scare you – and which still haunts you (if only a little bit) today.
For today, a Décima poem:
Décima poetry is a 10 line stanza with 8 syllables per line. The rhyming pattern is abbaaccddc. Using the 10 lines there are generally two ways to organize: The 10 lines, or breaking the 10 lines into two stanzas using abba/accddc.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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