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to poets…NaPoWriMo 2019 #30

…to poets

oft’ melancholy,
we’re an oddity at best
seeing things others don’t see,
crazy, some might jest
how dull life would be without poets!

~kat


For this year’s final NaPoWriMo 2019 Prompt #30:  try your hand at a minimalist poem, I am using a micropoetry / short form I created a few months ago that I call the Horatiodet, inspired by the Horatio-styled Ode. My micro-version is 5 lines in all with a syllable count of 5-7-7-5-9 and a rhyme scheme of ababb.

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A Trio of Triolets – NaPoWriMo #26

A Trio of Triolets

fractured

it’s really not for me to say
let’s just agree to disagree
but things will never be the same
it’s really not for me to say
my thoughts don’t matter anyway
i’ll miss how close we used to be
it’s really not for me to say
let’s just agree to disagree


9/11

I remember
it was morning
that September
I remember
molten embers,
people mourning
I remember
it was morning


about this weather…

it’s raining again
wetness everywhere
oh, when will it end
it’s raining again
weather’s not my friend
it frizzes my hair
it’s raining again
wetness  everywhere

~kat


For today’s NaPoWriMo 2019 Prompt: write a poem that uses repetition, I decided to try my hand at the triolet. It is a challenging and fun format. I was able to come up with a trio of them.  The triolet is only 8 lines long with a rhyme scheme of: ABaAabAB (the capital lines are repeated with the A line repeating on lines 1, 4, and 7 and the B line repeating on lines 2 and 8). The syllable count for each line should match.

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anthem – NaPoWriMo 2019 #22

Anthem

Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light

mothers counting empty beds, oh, how they weep, take to the streets where their children sleep in pooling crimson seas

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?

tiki torches blazing, raised stiff hands salute, ‘all hail’, exposed white faces spitting bile would smite true patriots who bend a knee

Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,

those who dare, rise in humility, to challenge twisted liberty, lay prostrate at the mercy of the courts for fans to see,

O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?

throngs clamoring at the gates, fleeing terror, death and hate, hoping they are not too late, but freedom is not free

And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

blinding smoke bombards the moat where orphaned children flail and choke, acid tears now streaming down their cheeks

Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.

barely recognizable, flaunted proudly, all for show, allegiance pledged as madness grows, this bitter fruit we sowed to reap

Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave

with nothing left to show but our disdain for truth, our love of lies, all this is proof that we have squandered our humanity

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

cowards all, ignoring the call, from our tongues deadly poison falls, scorching the ground from shining to the rising seas

~kat

For NaPoWriMo 2019 Prompt #22write a poem that engages with another art form – it might be about a friend of yours who paints or sculpts, your high school struggles with learning to play the French horn, or a wonderful painting, film, or piece of music you’ve experienced – anything is in bounds here, so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.

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a-b-c-d-e-effed – NaPoWriMo #19

a-b-c-d-e-effed

americans are appropriately aghast at the
bumbling, blustering, bloviating barbs, the
ceaseless, calculated calls for cruelty, the
daily, deliberate, disgusting, divisive digs;
embarrassed by egotistical, efforts to
fracture our favor with friendly foreign
governments, goodness, goodwill, greatly
harmed, hailing hostile heads as heroes,
insinuating our institutions are illegitimate,
justice adjudicated by jokers and jesters,
kleptomaniacs, kremlinologist, keekers who
lie loquaciously and loose-lipped loyalist leakers;
media moles, meanwhile making mountains of
nits, the news of this narcissistic nincompoop’s
obsessive obeisance to oligarchs and overlords
putting us in peril, pitching plans to profiteer,
quick to quote the latest quips and  quackery,
resistant to reason, reading, reflection, reality
settling scores, this shallow, selfish scoundrel
tweeting terrible, troubling things, trolling
unyieldingly, the underdogs, unsung, upstanding
victims of his vicious vitriol gone viral; voters
will weather this whirlwind waging war with
xenophobic, racist, hating mongers with an X
yes these yahoos will become yesterday’s yarn
zany zillionaires get zip, when zonky zealots zing

`kat

An Abecedarian poem for NaPoWriMo 2019 #19 Prompt: write an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet. You could write a very strict abecedarian poem, in which there are twenty-six words in alphabetical order, or you could write one in which each line begins with a word that follows the order of the alphabet. This is a prompt that lends itself well to a certain playfulness.

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adipose complex – NaPoWriMo #18

adipose complex

in the beginning, she tasted like
mother’s milk, warm, soothing, sweet
later she was peas, skins popping, soft
centers bursting, then grainy niblets
of pear pulp dancing on my tongue,
I learned to suckle at her breasts
to assuage my longing in times of
sadness, times of fear, when grandpa
died, when mom got sick, through
homelessness, extended stays with
neighbors and distant relatives,
divorce, remarriage, divorce, empty
nests, suicide, illness, and more death,
she started to taste salty, bitter, hot,
my palate craved her sweetness, all
the more, chocolate bits and cake, lots
of cake, the more I ate the harder she
was to find, but I excused my gluttony
as ‘eating for two or three’, or ‘this
is my only vice’, ‘just one more bite’,
my angst only forced her into hiding
under expanding, ugly layers of
adipose flesh, a sick game of hide
and seek we played, of frenzied binges
then starving to see her emerge
again, however briefly, resolutions
declared yearly, only to be dashed
by valentine’s day, I miss her dearly,
but she and I are toxic twins, fighting
fiercely in futility, where no one wins,
I fear I have devoured her completely
after all these years, with nothing left but
her eyes, still recognizable, staring at me
from this old, fat woman in the mirror

~kat


For NaPoWriMo 2019 #18 Prompt: write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be a “fun” prompt, but loss is one of the most universal and human experiences, and some of the world’s most moving art is an effort to understand and deal with it.

 


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