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who else but the muse? – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 14

who else but the muse?

she peeks at me through tree limb slits,
lunation’s phases streaming; she speaks to me
in bubbling babble, peeper’s croak and avian
warbles and trills; she whispers in the wind, and in
stillness, barely breezing; she warms me on sun-splashed
shade-less afternoons, at night from crackling hearths,
in bubble baths, the glow of jasmine tea sating my thirst
to the core, and nips my nose and toes on frost-iced
mornings, crisp air stinging my cheeks; she infuriates
me, exasperates me, moves me to passion, to hilarity,
to tears, everywhere, she is there nudging me, filling
my head with beautiful words, so many words, I am never
at a loss for them, but dare not call myself a poet, though
I try to dribble out a coherent verse or three, especially
in those moments where I find myself utterly speechless

~kat


For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 14: write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems. I am inspired by everything, big and small, human, animal, vegetable, mineral. There are of course people in my life who inspire me…too many to name, so they shall remain nameless, though some of them know who they are. To simplify my adoration for these inspirational motivators that surround me, I tend to lump them all together into one…my Muse, I call them…her. I could not imagine my life without her.

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days of wine and distancing – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 5

days of wine and distancing

the days are grains of sand
setting the soles of my feet on fire
i feel them screaming when I pause
to watch the waves swallow
the strand into the blue
cloudless, Atlantic sky laughing
the soles of my feet are frozen
no comfort where my heart resides
it’s giffle gaffle, to live this way
lies become true if you believe them
when life give you lemons make lemonade
tipple the tart koolaid of imbeciles
where pandemics disappear like magic
and service workers are masked superheroes
and this couch potato is saving the world
they all learned they were kindred then
behind the walls of their penetrable fortresses
we will beat this invisible foe or die suffocating
apres la pluie le beau temps
where dancing dogs fiddle, my feet burn
home sweet home is bittersweet

-kat


NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 5: Use/do all of the following in the same poem. Of course,  if you can’t fit all twenty projects into your poem, or a few of them get your poem going, that is just fine too!

  • Begin the poem with a metaphor.
  • Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
  • Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
  • Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
  • Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
  • Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
  • Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
  • Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
  • Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
  • Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
  • Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
  • Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
  • Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
  • Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
  • Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
  • Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
  • Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
  • Use a phrase from a language other than English.
  • Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
  • Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.

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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