Saturday 29 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 29

April 29, 2024 - write your own two-part poem that focuses on a food or type of meal. 

Blueberries

My fingers are sticky
and stained blue
The basket is nearly full
and we begin the long trek back

The best ones
are always the furthest
he tells me
people don't want to walk that far
preferring a lower
effort to reward ratio

Their berries are small and shiny
skins splitting
his are powdery and plump,
juicy with a tart sweetness
you can't find
in the bland supermarket berries

I always sneak a handful
(quality assurance I tell him)
but he knows just by looking
that they will be perfect

Back home they're cleaned
and we laugh at how the discards
are what most people's first picking
looks like
nothing but the best he beams
...the standards are high

"We make the best pie!"
they seem to say
Pies that would fetch a fortune
at a roadside stand
if they ever made it that far

Friday 28 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 28

 April 28, 2024 - write your own index poem. You could start with found language from an actual index, or you could invent an index. (* I found a couple index entries on trees from different books and mixed them in together to create this poem)

Trees

Trees
and ancients
as friends
wise and strong
gifts for our souls

Roots reach to the earth
creating a passageway to mystic worlds

Branches soar to the sky
where consciousness meets
spiritual heights

Giving us life
    knowledge 
        and purification
regardless how
undeserving as we are

Thursday 27 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 27

 April 27, 2023 - write your own poem titled “The ________ of ________,” where the first blank is a very particular kind of plant or animal, and the second blank is an abstract noun. The poem should contain at least one simile that plays on double meanings or otherwise doesn’t quite make “sense,” and describe things or beings from very different times or places as co-existing in the same space.

The Red Squirrels of Ruin

They lie in wait
anticipating,
watching,
as I carefully 
tend tomatoes,
care for cucumbers 
and plant sweet red peppers

I can almost imagine them
fiendishly rubbing their tiny little paws together
with unabashed glee
as if conspiring with
the dodos of destruction
or manatees of mutiliation

The garden is a lost cause
but each spring
I strive to create a space
where we all can subsist

The squirrels are cheeky
and ask for a corn row as well
They say "Nuts" and I tell them
I'm not planting those either...

I fear the end result
is a built in buffet
for those forest creatures
who have bested me
or beasted me
once again

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 26

 April 26, 2023 - write a portrait poem that focuses on or plays with the meaning of the subject’s name. This could be a self-portrait, a portrait of a family member or close friend, or even a portrait of a famous or historical person.


***************** PLACEHOLDER*******************

Tuesday 25 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 25

 April 25, 2023 - write a love poem, one that names at least one flower, contains one parenthetical statement, and in which at least some lines break in unusual places.


Yet

It's too early
I cannot be in love - yet

We have not travelled
to an exotic destination 
together - yet

We have not
cooked a favourite meal 
in a cramped kitchen
using whatever we can find
in the fridge - yet

We have not 
spent the entire night
staying awake (or trying to)
marveling at the moonlight
creeping across the crumpled bed sheets - yet

We have not bared 
every single
heartwrenching past hurt
and vowed never to do it again - yet

We have not
stared deeply 
into each other's eyes
seeing ourselves there - yet

We have not 
plucked Daisy petals off
one by one
loving you - loving you not - yet

Yet...
there is something
I cannot explain
cannot put into mere words
or even glances
a force
that will not be ignored
Something that just...
is...

Yet... maybe it is love 

Monday 24 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 24

 April 24, 2023 - write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie or a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed.


The Garden

Not too large
not too small
Just enough grass
to sink your toes into

Colourful bergamot and salvia and lavender
surround the lush lawn
their flowers laden with honeybees
drunk on nectar
and legs heavy with pollen

Gauzy gazebo curtains
billow with spring breezes
a book and a blanket 
and a cozy fire table
await the reader

Ripe baby tomatoes
grow next to Italian basil
and sweet cucumbers
a ready made snack
to be plucked
by those walking past

Glowing garden lights
blink on as the warm sun sets
over the Boxelder maple tree
its keys swirling down
to land silently on the stone patio

10 out of 10
would go again

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 23

 April 23, 2023 write a poem of your own that has multiple numbered sections. Attempt to have each section be in dialogue with the others, like a song where a different person sings each verse, giving a different point of view. Set the poem in a specific place that you used to spend a lot of time in, but don’t spend time in anymore.

I
The clock ticked
it's even 
thrumming beat
strangely comforting
in the now nearly empty kitchen

II
Across the room
the cat
sits in the window
tail swaying 
with each pulse 
of the ancient timepiece
waiting for her turn
in the moving van

III
It was as if
everything paused
for a brief yet interminable moment
where the last 100 years
flew by
in a blur
of cracked vinyl chairs
the smell of rye bread
and cigarettes
and chewing tobacco

IV
Broken now
by the chime of the clock
"It is time..."
it seems to say
but it is time
that we have run out of

V
Empty rooms
dust motes slowly floating down
small feline footprints in the dust
and a clean spot on the shelf
where the matriarch 
of the family
once sat

Saturday 22 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 22

 April 22, 2023  -  Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it!

Hope

Hope is the thing 
    with feathers 
        that perches in the soul 
And sings 
    of spring

A tune without words 
    never stops 
it's sweetest in the gale 
overpowering the breezes
                carried onward

It must be heard 
it is the storm 
that chases the snow
                                away

the little bird
that kept so many 
hearts hopeful and warm 

in the chilliest land
    on the strangest sea 
never giving up
it asked a thing of me

Listen
    as I sing
                of spring


BY EMILY DICKINSON)

Friday 21 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 21

 April 21, 2023 -Begin by reading Sarah Gambito’s poem “Grace.” Now, choose an abstract noun from the list below, and then use that as the title for a poem that contains very short lines, and at least one invented word.

Honesty

Why
did you lie?
Was the truth
that hard
to reveal?

Did you
know
how much
it would
hurt me
as you continue
to conceal?

Do you
even care?
Do you 
even feel?

What was
the appeal?

You knew
your smile
was my
Achilles heel...
And yet
my heart
you steal.

As if
it was
no big deal.

And now
my insides
slowly turn
to knit-steel.

Thursday 20 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 20

 April 20, 2023 - What will future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist?


 - present day - 
I'm finally home and reach in my purse
After much digging I let out a curse
I knew they were here when I left for my job
I remember them jingling after turning the knob...

 - 500 years in the future - 
The metal is rusted, mishapen and grey
the grooves are worn off after so much decay
the ring that once held it eroded to dust
parts are still wedged in an icy snow crust

It's reason for use disappeared long ago
replaced by a blood scan and retinal glow
All that we need are parts that we own
to enter and leave our authorized zone

The object is brittle - we handle with care
and place it in gel to prevent further wear
After some time to determine its meaning
we send it upstairs for further screening
 
The lowly house-key has never been thought
as a relic from ages we've nearly forgot
Now it lives on, revered and desired
And on proud display by the next highest buyer



Wednesday 19 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 19

 April 19, 2023 - write a poem about something that scared you – or was used to scare you – and which still haunts you (if only a little bit) today.

Cracks

The sidewalk outside
is fractured and split
Frost has pushed it up
into small ridges
that force me to climb and descend

Spring flowers grow
between the gaps
cheerful yellow heads
poking up
a contrast with the grey, cold concrete

I pick my way slowly
down the street
careful to avoid each fracture and fault
sometimes sidestepping
to evade the cracks

You see,
I love my mother
and the flowers have not matured enough
for me to reverse the curse
with a dandelion wish

Tuesday 18 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 18

 April 18, 2023 - write an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet.

The Pinnacle

Assurances weren't enough
blank looks 
choices we didn't have
decaying into
        earth and dust

fighting for release
going through the motions

had we known the 
impact would we be
justified in
knowing the
lies we were told

meaningless
needless
obvious
pandering
questioning the
relevance...

still
truth can be powerful
    unadulterated
        vulnerable

we exist as multiples
xeroxed until we fade into
years...finally reaching our 
zenith

Monday 17 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 17

 April 17, 2023 - write a poem that contains the name of a specific variety of edible plant – preferably one that grows in your area. (That said, if you’re lacking inspiration, online seed catalogs provide a treasure trove of unusual and charming names for vegetables, fruits and flowers. Here’s one to get you started.) In the poem, try to make a specific comparison between some aspect of the plant’s lifespan and your own – or the life of someone close to you. Also, include at least one repeating phrase.

Tasting Amaranth

I perform best
under a warm tropical sun
no snow or icy winds
to freeze my growth

Like Amaranth
I can be slightly bitter
through no fault of my own
(we both could use some softening up)

Extremely self sufficient, 
we thrive in the heat of summer
Though there are times,
unlike you, I am able to chase the shade

Cut part of me off 
I grow back twice as big,
with a vengeance

I guess that's why
I can be slightly bitter
through no fault of my own

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 16

 April 16, 2023 - write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like.

I am...not

I am not 
who you think I am
I never was
who you wanted me to be

I do not apologize
for wrongs I have not committed
I do not pretend
to have done things I haven't

I do not bend
for things I don't believe in
Nor do I lie
    or cheat
        or steal

You wanted someone complicit
You will not find that in me
You wanted someone
who would drop their life
    for yours

I do not believe
in compromising 
    the best that I can be
for the worst
            that I would become

Saturday 15 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 15

 April 15, 2023 - write a poem that exaggerates the supposedly admirable qualities of the person in a way that exposes your doubts.

I went for a short and sweet haiku for today...

I wish you wouldn't
be so good at everything
it makes me look bad

Friday 14 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 14

 April 14, 2023 - write a parody or satire based on a famous poem*

Requiring Ice

Some say they love martinis drier
I prefer my gin with ice
A taste I think you must acquire
Even with Bombay Sapphire
No tonic, one lemon slice
I wish that I could drink it straight
For now I'll stick with ice
chills the gin
it will suffice


*Fire and Ice
by Robert Frost

Thursday 13 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 13

 April 13, 2023 - try writing a short poem (or a few, if you’re inspired) that follows the beats of a classic joke. Emphasize the interplay between the form of the poem – such as the line breaks – and the punchline.

Creepy critters
Late at night
wolves howl
I hear
something 
in our campsite
this is just 
too 
intense
for me

Lost Ideas
I try to write
there are so many ideas
flowing
careening
erupting from my mind
but the pencil 
is broken
there is no point

Dealing
Aging is
inevitable
yet I hate it
the wrinkles
the sagging
the grey hair
I'd rather die

Elevated Uneasiness
the four storey house
was for sale
the price was right
the kitchen was amazing
but it just
didn't feel right
there were too many stairs
I think
they were up to something

Wednesday 12 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 12

 April 12, 2023 - write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e., “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”)

Intention

You've lost your rhythm lately
like an unbalanced haiku
I refrain from reminding you
to use correct diction
tangling tropes into monster metaphors

Don't give me that blank verse look
        or use that tone with me
your ballads became epically pastoral 
constantly claiming consonance as alliteration

A symbolic valediction like an ode to expiration
I wait - you gently interrupted
            creating a soulful caesura

I confess
I cannot remain angry
as compassionate couplets close the quatrain

You still complete me
and I create a conclusive canon
that contains only you

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 11

 April 11, 2023 - play around with the idea of overheard language. Write a poem that takes as its starting point something overheard that made you laugh, or something someone told you once that struck you as funny.


Definitely not Goat Yoga
You were so angry it got your goat
I watched your fury lead it away
I know it wasn't the creature's fault
you let your ire consume you that day

I often wonder where it is
and if you ever got it back
don't let fury linger long
it'll quickly turn your days to black

I'm sure the goat is happier
among its kindred kind
As for all that anger
You've left it far behind

Tuesday 11 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 10

April 10, 2023 - write a sea shanty

Song of the Sea

A shining sun, a windy sea
a pint of beer for you and me

Raise your glass and sing the cheer
We made it through another year

A sail unfurled - we leave the shore
a few more pints will make it four

Raise your glass and sing the cheer
We made it through another year

We fight the waves and stay alive
and celebrate with number five

Raise your glass and sing the cheer
We made it through another year

We find ourselves on river Styx
is this because of number six?

Raise your glass but now I fear
This may have been our final year

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 9

 April 9, 2023 - write your own sonnet. Incorporate tradition as much or as little as you like – while keeping in general to the theme of “love.”

Spring's Cure

I venture out to meet the warming sun
And feel your arms surround my damaged form
As spring emerges winter's time is done
We feel the healing rays that come with morn
I'm thankful that you stay here by my side
and hold me in the times I need you most
When you're with me I have no urge to hide
You keep me safe from demons and from ghosts
Let us grow old together, damn the years
They'll creep onwards no matter what we do
We'll face the aging mirror without fears
You love me and I'll always love you too
I think you were mine from the very start
It didn't take much to capture my heart

Saturday 8 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 8

 April 8, 2023 - Prompts below

Curdled Breezes

The wind is a fierce adversary
Chastising me with her frosty gaze
She will attempt to break me with breezy bluster
But I fight back - mano a mano
Outrunning her guileless gusts

Attempting escape, Lisa takes flight,
but quickly surrenders to the dessicated drafts
calm flurries propping her up
amid giant earthy elms

We sip then swallow the summer storm
choking on the dry dew of defeat
even as flosculous forests fade

Then, when the red snow falls on Finland's fields
I stand on the sliver silence
noiseless echoes vibrating in space and time

Emotionless and overcome with the loss
the gale falls peacefully into infinitude



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

Friday 7 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 7

April 7, 2023 - write a poem that plays with the idea of a list.

These things...

The half carved apple on the counter
a pile of folded laundry
neatly stacked on my side of the bed
the hot tub, turned up to 104
a bag of my favourite chips
slipped in with the groceries
car seats, warming up before our drive
a door held open 
    a chair pulled out
a phone call made so I don't have to
my toothbrush pasted and ready to go
two hanging plants, purchased before the rush
    in the colours I love best
the offer of takeout after a long day
another cozy blanket to add to my collection
    because you know I love blankets

It's the little things
that matter the most...

Thursday 6 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 6

 April 6, 2023 - Today we were to read a poem in a different language and use that as inspiration for our own. I found a Cree poem and before reading the translation* it already sounded haunting. My inspiration for this poem comes from the pain our Indigenous brothers and sisters are experiencing with respect to the residential schools and missing and murdered women and children.

Bathe Me in Your Waters (because water is sacred)

Bathe me in your waters
help me to forget
Bathe me in your waters
beneath the red sunset

Bathe me in your waters
wash away the tears
Bathe me in your waters
Until confusion clears

Bathe me in your waters
until the past is gone
the ache inside this heavy heart 
grows fainter with the dawn

No amount of cleansing
will rid us of the dirt
But sharing pain with others
alleviates the hurt



*The Way I Remember: Solomon Ratt
ôma kâ-pî-isi-kiskisiyân
kika-pîhtînâwâw niwîsakakahpinîwin
ispî kâ-kî-pîkopitikawiyân
ninîkihikwak ohci,
nitaskîhk ohci,
nitâcathôhkîwinihk ohci,
ninîhithawâtisiwinihk ohci.
mâka kikakî-pîhtînâwâw mîna
ninanâtawihisowin
nitâcimisowinihk,
nimasinahikîwinihk,
nimâmitonîthihcikîwinihk,
ikwa nitâcathôhkîwinihk.

ᐆᒪ ᑳ ᐲ ᐃᓯ ᑭᐢᑭᓯᔮᐣ
ᑭᑲ ᐲᐦᑏᓈᐚᐤ ᓂᐑᓴᑲᑲᐦᐱᓃᐏᐣ
ᐃᐢᐲ ᑳ ᑮ ᐲᑯᐱᑎᑲᐏᔮᐣ
ᓂᓃᑭᐦᐃᑿᐠ ᐅᐦᒋ,
ᓂᑕᐢᑮᕽ ᐅᐦᒋ,
ᓂᑖᒐᖫᐦᑮᐏᓂᕽ ᐅᐦᒋ,
ᓂᓃᐦᐃᖬᐚᑎᓯᐏᓂᕽ ᐅᐦᒋ᙮
ᒫᑲ ᑭᑲᑮ ᐲᐦᑏᓈᐚᐤ ᒦᓇ
ᓂᓇᓈᑕᐏᐦᐃᓱᐏᐣ
ᓂᑖᒋᒥᓱᐏᓂᕽ,
ᓂᒪᓯᓇᐦᐃᑮᐏᓂᕽ,
ᓂᒫᒥᑐᓃᖨᐦᒋᑮᐏᓂᕽ,
ᐃᑿ ᓂᑖᒐᖫᐦᑮᐏᓂᕽ᙮

This The way I Remember
you can hear my trauma
From being torn
From my parents,
From my land,
From my traditional stories,
From my Cree essence.
But you can also hear
My self healing
In my stories about my life,
In my writing,
In my reminiscences,
In my telling of traditional stories.

Wednesday 5 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 5

 April 5, 2023 write a poem in which laughter comes at what might otherwise seem an inappropriate moment – or one that the poem invites the reader to think of as inappropriate.


Pausing for a moment

As I walked across the snowy street
a furry orange object caught my eye
moving closer
I could see it was a paw
soft and small and petit

A poor cat had met its maker
and this was all that remained

I wondered how it would look
dangling from my key ring

When I was young
we all carried key chains
with a lucky rabbit's foot

Not so lucky for the rabbit
or the potentially paw-less cat

Tuesday 4 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 4

 April 4, 2023 -write a triolet*. 

Like No One is Watching

Dance with me in the darkened wood
Beneath a heavy harvest moon
Among the trees where grace once stood
Dance with me in the darkened wood
Kick off your shoes - unveil your hood
A haunting wind will play the tune
Dance with me in the darkened wood
Beneath a heavy harvest moon



*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.

Monday 3 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 3

 April 3, 2023 - 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. 

Unborn

Sit there by my grave – and smile
I am there – I sleep erstwhile

I am nothing – the calm in daybreak’s toil
I am coal on the darkest of soil
I am moonlight on freshly planted corn
I am a raging springtime storm

When you sleep in the cacophony of night
I am the slow dispirited flight
Of raucous birds at daybreak
The harsh light of day as the sun wakes

Sit there by my grave – and smile
I am there – I sleep meanwhile
Sit there through days timeworn
I was there but never born





** inspired by this by Anon
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

– Anon

Sunday 2 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo - Day 2

April 2, 2023 - write a poem inspired by answers

Answers

In the dead of night
a set of watchful caring eyes
protects the part of you that needs replacing

There are no questions
    only acceptance

There is no judgement
    only veneration

As we strive with
    the urge to understand
    the bitterness that we all feel
    and the time we need to recover from grief

Saturday 1 April 2023

NaPo/GloWriMo 2023 - Day 1

 Day 1 - April 1, 2023 - Write a poem based on a book cover*

Escape

I jump in with both feet
    and slowly sink to the bottom
As the light fades
I watch the surface
    gradually disappear above me

Water presses in
    oddly comforting
        like a weighted blanket
            or reassuring hug

Suspended in silence
for a few more moments 
    I relish the undisturbed calm around me

Then push off
and float back up

Breaking free of the water's hold
    I inhale deeply
                            and float

Reluctantly returning to the noise
    the insanity
    the confusion
                of reality



*"How To Swim" - Captain Davis Dalton