Today you get a three-fer…Friday, Saturday and Sunday’s prompt responses. Not that i wasn’t writing each day but true to form, i wanted to give each offering its creative due. Happy Sunday!
Na/GloPoWriMo Day 8 prompt: name your alter-ego, and then describe him/her in detail. Then write in your alter-ego’s voice. _______________________
pure transparency superpower revealed truth is my weapon
Glo/NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 9 Prompt: write in a specific form – the nonet! A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second has eight, and so on until you get to the last line, which has just one syllable. ______________________
fishbowl in flux
when the snails passed away this week the tetras dined on escargots catfish came out of hiding to clean the empty shell nothing is wasted life cycles on, season’s change, nature’s way
even now after all these years just the thought of her ignites love’s embers, the smoldering subtle tinge of longing, yesteryear flashing in excruciating, technicolored detail sunlight glistening through the fine hair on her bare skin, scent of warm musk, soft bursts of breath, melded, crescendoing to a sigh remembering…remembering that once upon a moment past touches me so deeply after all these years even now
For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 28; Describe a bedroom from your past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem. It could be your childhood room, your grandmother’s room, a college dormitory or another significant space from your life.
casualties of war
denied last rites for now
sealed in polyethylene
an invisible foe looming,
poison wafting in the putrid air
where superheroes with stethoscopes fight
to save those stricken from drowning
the last acts of compassion
some will know in the end
Another poem for our times today for NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 8. I cannot adequately express the gratitude I feel for those on the front lines of the battle against the coronavirus. This week our country is facing the incomprehensible death tolls. To the heroes who give their all in doses of much needed compassion for the fallen. We owe you everything, our gratitude and our prayers!
The prompt: peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem.
I chose a bot from@percybotshelley“death, distinct with ripeness”. Today’s poem is a variation on a nonet.
‘The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned;’-W.B.Yeats
she’s bleeding out in back-wood hollows
where stone monuments honor fools
raging from coal soot nostrils
pale faced freedom fighters
who stand for anthems
and love Jesus
they come forth,
like seed pods bursting,
innocence reborn to
overwhelm the bloody mess
and hope’s pursuit of happiness,
people who remember they are we
A Nonet/Reverse Nonet* For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats – Day Eight Challenge inspired by the verse above from the poem ‘The Second Coming’ by W.B. Yeats.
*A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine finishes with one syllable.
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