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NaPoWriMo 2024 -Day 8 – A Perfect Day Interrupted

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A Perfect Day Interrupted

It was a perfect afternoon.
The shopping mall wasn’t too crowded
and I found the perfect parking spot
near the Sears store entrance.
Was in and out in record time with
the perfect gift for the twins’ birthday.
It was a perfect afternoon until you
came barreling out of nowhere slamming
my car from behind as the light changed
yellow to red, when everything went black…
The screech of tires and car horns
jolted me back, having been propelled
into oncoming traffic. It could have gone
badly, it could very well have been…you know…
I remember thinking then, “when my time comes
I hope it’s quick, something I don’t
see coming, like being rear-ended
in a mall parking lot”…I remember
thinking that would not be a bad way to go.

-kat

NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 8 Challenge: write a poem that centers around an encounter or relationship between two people (or things) that shouldn’t really have ever met – whether due to time, space, age, the differences in their nature, or for any other reason.


A ReVerse Poem

A ReVerse Poem

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.

Uncle Ned (A Limerick)

Uncle Ned

Old Uncle Ned, a likable fellow was he
An affable charmer, the cousins agreed
He made the kids laugh
For his jokes were quite daft
Made us wonder what was in his tea!

~kat

NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge Day Fifteen: think of a person – real or imagined – who has been held out to you as an example of how to be of live, but who you have always had doubts about. Write a poem that exaggerates the supposedly admirable qualities of the person in a way that exposes your doubts.


restless

restless

it’s never really quiet here
not even in the late, late night
my heart beat thumps inside my ears
it’s never really quiet here
is it ghosts, god, or me I hear
the words so many words to write
it’s never really quiet here
not even in the late, late night

~kat


NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge – Day 4: Today, let’s try writing triolets. A triolet is an eight-line poem. All the lines are in iambic tetramenter (for a total of eight syllables per line), and the first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines. This means that the poem begins and ends with the same couplet. Beyond this, there is a tight rhyme scheme (helped along by the repetition of lines) — ABaAabAB.


my dad

my dad

my dad grew stagnant at night
like a nightmare frozen in the sky
didn’t seem like what he touched was his
didn’t seem like what touched him held
he couldn’t get us through the short weeds
then it seemed like he turned away and stopped
and then he disappeared
just disappeared

~kat

NaPoWriMo2023 Day 3 Challenge: Find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite.

The poem below, set in opposite, was particularly poignant for me when I think about my father, who was tormented by untreated mental illness…and his ultimate suicide.

My Mama moved among the days

Lucille Clifton – 1936-2010

My Mama moved among the days
like a dreamwalker in a field;
seemed like what she touched was hers
seemed like what touched her couldn’t hold,
she got us almost through the high grass
then seemed like she turned around and ran
right back in
right back on in