What
.. …went out
.. …with a big
bang?
At napowrimo.net the prompt for day 2 was to write a poem that ends on a question. Mine is so short it can hardly be called a poem, and it consists of just one question. Six words. But the mystery of it is so big to me, that more words would simply take away from the core of the question.
to make
more sense
than a
misogynist
I’m afraid of my shadow
As I should be
He shoots faster than me
Pendant:
Unlucky
I’m afraid of my shadow
As I should be
It shoots faster than me
When I read your words
I choked
on their meaning
Off prompt micropoetry for day 17 of #NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt made me realise I do not come from a line of storytellers. The prompt was to write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time. I could make one up, but I don’t want to do that. So, let’s focus on the storytelling of some fellow participants instead:
Bruce Niedt writes about Darth Vader wanting to make the empire great again.
Brian Ens wrote an ode to libraries – he describes a feeling many of us will recognise.
Flutterby wrote a beautiful piece a boy playing soldier. (Can someone please name the form for me?)
Why is perfectionism
always seen as a flaw
when all I do
is fight flaws?
Photo found on Flickr: Perfection by Giovanni Orlando, shared under this Creative Commons license.
Today’s prompt for #NaPoWriMo was a sonnet. I think I need more than one day to try one of those, so I’m offering this one instead.
It was written on the same day as yesterday’s one, and I wrote two more that day. I’m finding that thinking about frustrating things in the form of a poem keeps me from ruminating. Could a poem a day keep the psychologist away? 😉 Happy reading!
I
love you
So do you
I’d like to thank the inventor of the hay(na)ku for creating a form that’s so incredibly short that it can be done even when very, very tired.
Seven thoughts deep
Eight thoughts wide
No, that’s not a square thought
Heart
Two please
Cut in half
Day 27. The prompt was to write a hay(na)ku. A (hay)naku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. They said nothing about a syllable count. It’s a nice form to play with, I’ll probably end up making more.
I asked the pope
But he said nope
Abortion is not allowed
We’re already losing crowd
The prompt for day 25 of #NaPoWriMo was to write a clerihew. They are supposed to be funny, not political.
Perfectionism is a habit
Unassorted stories 