#NaPoWriMo 2021

[postikortti]

there r 2 napowrimo days/prompts left but my brain is not poem.ing. 😔 rip me i guess

#i have written one every day this month! i half-assed napowrimo last year #it's really really satisfying seeing the progress in my writing. like i do like my poems from 2021 but i can write good poems more #consistently now. and just. y'know i've been writing for 2 years now obv im better at it than when i started but its so obvious i guess? #maybe i should some day publish one or two. perhaps. #(but what if they're not good enough afterall!!! (but they don't need to be good!!) but bu t b u t !)

[coloradomcpoeticslave]

A Year Later... (National Poetry Writing Month Poem #30)

A Year Later… (National Poetry Writing Month Poem #30)

By Daniel Paiz After much effort and little dismay, national poetry writing month is no longer here to stay. It has been a whirlwind of 30 days, creating 30 pieces that have ranged across all kinds of topics. Sometimes there was a haiku preference, but it could’ve been worse. Many thanks to everyone who stuck around the whole time. If you only read a few, that’s okay too. This last piece is one…

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[katsylver]

I am a dichotomy.

I am a juxtaposition.

I am simultaneous

And opposing.

I am a torrential storm

And a gentle breeze.

I am the chivalrous knight

And the raging dragon.

I am the pious saint

And the blissful sin.

I am the hero

And the villain.

I'm too much

And never enough.

I'm everything

And nothing at all.

// "I am" by Kat Arnold 2021

#katsylver #original poem #poetry #queer poet #kat arnold

[peaamlipoetrydoctor]

Not Sure This Is Actually A Poem - Poem

Wrote a list that might be a poem - but is probably just a list.

Maybe it's a list that contains the seeds of future poem/s?

Anyway, I've tried as far as possible to list out actual prompts (or versions of...) that I've worked with over the past year i.e. prompts that other writers have set and that I have attempted to answer.

Poets / poetry teachers I've learned from over the past year include -

Helen Cox (advanced poetry workshop at City Lit Spring 2021)

Astrid Alben (advanced poetry class, Poetry School London, three terms, 2021 - 2022)

Roseanna McGlone (poetry appreciation classes, 2021-2022)

Maureen Thorson (convener and host of NaPoWriMo)

So I give you -

Sing a Song of Poetry Prompts (a List Poem)

Set pen to paper. Yes, fountain pen, why not? Or fingers to keyboard or touch screen.  

Write about a small thing that happened today that brought you joy.

Take the first line of someone else’s poem. Write your own. Remove their line.

Take someone else’s poem. Describe its thematic journey. Excavate its structure. Use these artefacts as the molding for your own poem.

Narrate, as precisely as you can, your journey here. Extract eight lines from your narrative and make them into a poem. Now unpick and rethread them, in reverse.

Write a jumble of words. Construct them into a poem.

Write a jumble of the words you use most often, that describe the things you feel most strongly about. Now construct a poem that doesn’t use any of them.

Write a poem without metaphors. Another without adverbs. What can you find to say when the language palette is close, concrete and minimalist?

Write a poem that uses the same adverb repeatedly. Notice how the rhythm of the poem develops. Lean into that, exaggerate. Now take away the adverb/s. Leave one.

Write a poem that consists mostly of lies. Make the lies as outrageous as possible. Try to hide an outrageous truth in amongst them – as unlikely a truth as you can manage.

Take a walk to a place where you never normally write poems. Write a poem there.

Sit somewhere familiar but in an unfamiliar way. Write a poem there.

Write a list of things you are superstitious about. Or, write a list of things you’re annoyed that other people think you should feel superstitious about.

Pick a headline for an article you haven’t read. Imagine the article that goes with the headline. Write a poem inspired by this imagined article.

Take a household object. Describe life in your household from its perspective.

Take a favorite line of poetry, or a well-known quote. Use it as the frame for a new poem of your own, using one word from the source in each line of your poem (for example, as the first word of the poem, a kind of acrostic, or the last line, a Golden Shovel*).

*Invented by Terrance Hayes, for Gwendolyn Brooks, with reference to her poem "We Real Cool".

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[marchthirtyonepoetry]

Circa 2021

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[thesakuraink-lyrics]

Ayaskala x Motormouths for NaPoWriMo 2021

Prompt no.6

[mbfrezon]

https://quiltr.com/?p=23179

Day 28 NaPoWriMo 2022

I went to see a talk that was supposed to happen in April 2020. Then it was rescheduled to September 2020 and then April 2021 and then… Well and here we all were at Proctors in Schenectady and out came […]

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[schuylerpeck]

18/30: be a little saucy. write a literary sext.

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[meaningfall]

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C. A. Singh • Despair

4-21-21

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[creatingnikki]

Dear 25 year old me,

I’m certain that past versions of me have written to you before. But I’m writing this to you to request, rather warn, you to ignore their words. To them, someone who is 25 felt like a proper adult. Like someone who has their life figured out. So they expected the same out of you. Now that I have lived through my early 20s, I understand why 20s are not roaring nor golden. Also, I think younger versions of me did fall trap to measuring the purpose of life in terms of conventional successes and milestones. As you can see, they had some learning ahead. 

It would be typical to use our generation’s confusing humour and say that you’re having a quarter-life crisis. But that wouldn’t be fair to me and the ones before us. We have dealt with our share of crisis irrespective of the age and it was never once glorified. Not like that would make it any better. I read once in a YouTube comment, ‘I have a happy personality and a sad soul’. Why didn’t we come across that when we were a student? All those awkward introductions where you had to say “one sentence about who you are” would have been a cakewalk. What else could be more accurate? 

Take it as poetic romanticization or just how I really feel, but I know our soul is old. Not because we are wise - we are certainly but that’s not the point - but because I have come to realize that the more nuance one can see, the sadder they feel. And that ability to see things beyond what they appear is not all too common. Let me go a step further down the cocky lane and say, what’s rarer is to feel what you see. Many will observe from a theoretical standpoint and feel detached. I am tired of forming narratives of what abilities are beneficial and which only seem so. I guess abilities are abilities and it’s on you to figure out how to balance them for your own good. Think of Elsa. Think of Hulk. 

I digress but you know that comes naturally to me. You’re 25. You’re listening to Palette by IU, aren’t you? What are your thoughts when the song says ‘you’re beautifully bloomed’? What comes after bloom? Perish? But you are not a flower. So you may perish aspects of you only to have newer ones grow that suit you. It’s been a while since you’ve stopped writing letters to others. Sure, once in a while you sway. But it’s been forever since you’ve stopped asking someone to write one to you. You’ve learned, haven’t you? Hearts cannot be coxed into coming to you. They can’t be charmed, manipulated, made perfectly rational cases to. The heart has to come on its own to you. And even then there are conditions. Watch the kdrama Because This Is My First Life again but maybe wait for two more years? Bloom anew. 

At 24, I have much to be grateful for and much to fear. I do my best to choose gratitude day after day. Fear will stay, you just don’t need to give it the stage. At 25, I hope you continue to capture all the things that make your heart full and all things that empty it out by the way of your words. Nothing else has ever called to you. You don’t do things until you’re 100% motivated so naturally, you don’t do much. Who cares? This is not your first life or your last. Achievements here are like money in hell. You frantically think gathering it is going to benefit you and then you’re shocked to realize that it’s the most meaningless thing. I do not know the purpose of life but surely joy and contentment can’t be too far from the answer. 

Love Always, 24 year old me.

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[mortalghost]

Never has the moon refused to shine.

Never have you left me behind.

Never is a word you speak.

Never will you break me.

Never can I cry.

Never goodbye.

Never I

Never

Lied.

-H. Murcia 4/18/2021 10:44 PM

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[prasannawrites]

you; a loud reason.

tell me why i feel more holy in your palms than praying to any of the gods?

tell me why i’ve never felt smaller when i rest my head on your shoulder?

it doesn’t take much, it’s always the little things that set me ablaze. why do my desires run rampant when i catch the morning light in your eyes – tell me why do i desire?

and if not your eyes –

it’s everything else, the way the wind plays with your hair, the way the sun tenderly kisses your skin.

it's you.

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[whisperinglillies]

Love is stored in the way your hands always seek mine / threading our fingers together / as if they were two lovers who could not bear to be apart for too long. / Love is stored in the segments of orange that you feed me / while we sit at the beach / counting the boats on the horizon. / Love is stored in the way we lean into each other, unthinkingly, like two inverted commas / seeking each other's warmth. / Love is stored in the gentle way I hold your name in my mouth. / Love is stored in the goofy notes we write each other on paper napkins, and love is stored in the tiny details you remember about me, and love is stored in every "I saw this and thought of you," and every "I read the book you recommended," and every "I wish you were here." / There is love - an abundance of it - in the way we take care of each other, and in this love, there is tenderness.

-Rupali Jeganathan (@whisperinglillies) • Tenderness

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[torrentialmonsoon]

when all the storms subside and it’s completely calm outside she hides in her love sets down her pen the ink having dried dark clouds dissipate the rain is gone and the sun rises she is left wondering what will be her next crisis how do you write in the light when the next hurricane doesn’t form when the next monsoon doesn’t bring her harm where have all the storms disappeared all my calmness gone outside secrets hidden in plain sight smearing tears as ink tonight torrential monsoons having dried dreamy skies have arrived thunder cries for lightning sunlight now is haunting where will be her next demise? here she writes in the lights wholesome, storming, pouring thoughts doubtful words weary sounds darkness is what she will harm

A collab with the one and only @takingstockofwhatmattersmost. You couldn't have written this at a better time. I was able to do my prompt with it. Hope I did your words justice, Kev. Also, I wonder if others can guess who wrote what :)

#poetry #napowrimo 2021 #napowrimo #day 5 #use someone else's poem and write yours beginning with the same letter of each line #prompt #collaboration #takingstockofwhatmattersmost

[peaamlipoetrydoctor]

Day One /// NaPoWri----NO

Having another go at revisiting the prompts from April 2022's National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo).

Day One was a prompt to write a poem about the body but/and it was also a prompt to structure a poem with reference to the structure of a previously existing piece.

I didn't really understand it in that way at the time, but have just written a similar exercise for my class with Poetry School London where we broke down the elements in a particular poem and used the same elements as a starting-point scaffold for a new piece of our own on entirely different theme.

So, this was the prompt as given -

>>> FROM a workshop Maureen Thorson took with Beatrix Gates in 2021 and >>> BASED on the prose poem "A Story About The Body" by Robert Hass with the following elements >>> theme should be a story about the body >>> should involve an encounter between two people >>> at least one line of dialogue >>> at least one crisp image.

Originally I thought that maybe I'd just edit the poem I wrote on this day first time round, but as it turns out nearly 1/3rd of those poems, including the Day One poem, are "on topic" to be early draft material for what be evolving/coalescing into my next poetry pamphlet. (The list of poems in this group are listed in blue at the end. of this post...)

So - new poem then... HERE GOES... /// [TO BE CONTINUED...]

This list originally appeared in and is copied from a post on 5th May:

01 April - Fog Gets to Know Her New Body

03 April - Glosa, after (and not entirely in agreement with Elizabeth Barrett Browning) - a negotiation about "non-heroic” kinds of love

06 April - Things Fall Apart (from Yeats, The Second Coming)

08 April - Papparazzi - the theme of different lives / different choices

10 April - Lost Love Poem II - the II in the title here is because I wrote Lost Love Poem I for the Mid-Life sequence in question…

13 April - Temerity - on why I insist on hoping-beyond-hope

16 April - Persistence - effectively the same poem, different form?

21 April - To Dream or To Scream? - a poem about my ex-husband (the dream/scream of the [TERRIBLE] title refer to paintings BTW)

27 April - String Theory - different lives again

and the “bonus” poem, Reminiscing with Alice - nostalgia.

#poetry #poetic #prose poem #writing prompt #napowrimo

[marchthirtyonepoetry]

Circa 2021

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