Tuesday, 1 April 2025

NaPo/GloWriMo 2025 - Day 1

April 1 - write a poem that uses a new-to-you word (from glossary of musical or art terminology)


Loure

I slow step
over puddles
and slushy walks

There is grace
where I go
gliding through the chill air

ephemeral thoughts
scatter freely
as seeds in the breeze

settling softly
a loure
in the fading light

*The loure is a French dance of the 17th and 18th centuries in slow triple or sextuple time

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