Tag: absurdity

Maydays: Poem – Tankas – “The Best Kind of Mad.” #Maydays #amwriting 



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Thank you to K.L. Caley from new2writing for hosting #Maydays prompts. Today’s prompt is good madness. 

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I love that you have that —

Good madness, a bit of quirk.

Laughing and smiling, 

I’d rather have you a bit crazed, 

I worry when you’re lost, sad.

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When you’re mad I know you’re —

Alive; your heart beating genius. 

Found in Wonderland, 

Where my favourite Alice went, 

Your my Mad Hatter; my match.

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Not everyone would get —

Your peculiar mind which bends, forms.

Brilliant, but held, 

By societies normal.

I love your real craziness.

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Genuinely you, 

I never worry you’re fake.

You always reveal, 

A hint of absurdity, 

You finish my sentences.

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Your crazy begins,

It meets with my own and we’re —

Blessed to be us; home.

In our otherly world lost, 

We are the best kind of mad.

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NaPoWriMo: Poem – Italian(Petrarchan) Sonnet – “Wanderings While You Drink and Eat”


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And now, our (optional) prompt! Today, I challenge you to write a poem about food. This could be a poem about a particular food, or about your relationship to food in general. Or it could simply be a poem relating an incident that involves food, like David Ignatow’s “The Bagel”. Still not convinced? Perhaps these thirteen food poems will give you some inspiration. Happy writing!

For more information on the prompt please see NaPoWriMo. For more information on the form of an Italian or Petrarchan Sonnet please see this link. Also, I’m completing some of last few days of The Daily Prompt by using the word prompts: Faraway, Street, Precious, and Contrast.

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Faraway, ambling drinking coffee,

Down a mysterious street, you walk laughing.

Directionless, photographing —

Precious memories, chewing on toffee.

Character of contrast, stopping now for latte.

Ambling streets, choreographing, 

Dancing; burgeoning day, head feels foggy.

Blending in, eat croissant, drinking frappe.

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Precious time flying, enjoying frivolity.

In your head, faraway, day calls, “live me.”

Deaf to the calls, adoring causality,

Contrast with the shadows, brilliance you see,

Time spent wasting days, absurdity.

Now’s the day, eat your chocolate cake; be free.

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