National Poetry Month Book 2016 |
http://www.napowrimo.net/page/2/ 6. Prompt - Take a good look outside your window. Spend a minute or so jotting down all the nouns you see outside. Tree. Car. Bus. Dog. Then spend a minute or so writing down all the colors you see. Finally, think about taking place outside. Is the wind blowing? “Blow.” Is someone walking their dog? “Walk.” Spend a minute or so writing down these verbs. Now you’ve got a whole list of words from which to build a poem, mixing and matching as you go. Stuck in an Office, not even that; I'm in a conference room with 6 windows, flat. The windows are frosted, so only a sliver is what I can see of each one that walks by: people more fortunate than me. 7. Today’s prompt is to write a love poem . . . but the object of the poem should be inanimate. You can write a love poem to your favorite pen, the teddy bear you had as a child (and maybe still have), or anything else, so long as it’s not alive! I LOVE you! I HATE YOU! I wish you would DIE! No no I don't mean it, please don't make me cry. I spent hours upon hours perfecting this skill. I really needed that paper, I'll never be able to recreate that design! I bought you dammit, I own you, YOU'RE MINE! Do as I say, or I'll throw you out. I hear Apple's nice this summer, screw Dell, I'll see what HP is about. 8. Today, let’s rewrite a famous poem, giving it our own spin. While any famous poem will do, if you haven’t already got one in mind, why not try your own version of Cesar Vallejo’s Black Stone Lying on a White Stone? If you’re not exactly sure how such a poem could be “re-written,” check out this recent poem by Stephen Burt, which riffs on Vallejo’s. ReWrite of Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/maya_angelou/poems/492 Ordinary Woman by Ashley Faith Chic women wonder why I don't wear make-up. I'm not gorgeous or built for Crossfit, But when I try to explain why I'm still happy, They think I'm kidding myself. I declare, It's in the strength of my arms The swirl of my hips, The confidence of my walk, The arch of my eyes. I'm a woman Commonly. Common woman, That's me. I enter a room chill as can be, And to a man, The fellas stand or Fall to their knees. They swarm around me, A hive of bees. The pretty girls are perplexed, They say 'How can this be?!' I convey, It's the fire in my spirit, And the coy of my wit, The width of my waist, And the joy in my smile. I'm a woman Commonly. Common woman, That's me. Men themselves are perplexed How am I such a good friend? They think too much and still can't touch My inner workings remain a mystery. I try to show them, work to mold them, but their maturity is less than me. I testify, It's in the straightness of my back, The warmth of my smile, The swell of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Not so commonly. Non-common woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I may shout or jump about Or like to talk real loud, But when you see me coming It ought to make you proud. I certify, It's in the slap of my flats, The kink of my hair, the soft in my touch, The deep of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. 9. Today’s prompt was suggested by Bruce Niedt. Here’s Bruce’s explanation: take any random song play list (from your iPod, CD player, favorite radio station, Pandora or Spotify , etc.) and use the next five song titles on that randomized list in a poem. Didn’t take the time to do that but DID use the next random song to pop in my head as a prompt. I heart Paramore’s Into You on a whole new level. Without You Can't count the seconds That we've been apart I need both hands to cling to you you make me feel, o so better Let’s take a walk in the park ALWAYS together! Our strides match up, Can't deny, can't deny we’re worth it 'Cause after three weeks, I can’t live without you! It started as a sort of alternate version, then slipped into parody of a stalker chick and ended up being a parody that I imagine a dog with separation anxiety would sing to his owner. 10. Our own prompt for today should be a little simpler. (As always, the prompts are optional). Once upon a time, poetry was regularly used in advertisements, most notably the Burma-Shave ads: Said Farmer Brown She put a bullet Who’s bald on top Through his hat “Wish I could Or But he’s had closer Rotate the crop” Shaves than that Burma-Shave Burma-Shave She fasts, he diets The kids cut back, But Friday is cheat night And that’s a fact. Pizza Hut Words = 468 Line = 117 |