My Favorite Space

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Librocubicularist

Person who loves to read
lying down in bed
nose in a book
escapism
cocooned in cozy blankets

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 25 – In 1958, the philosopher/critic Gaston Bachelard wrote a book called The Poetics of Space, about the emotional relationship that people have with particular kinds of spaces – the insides of sea shells, drawers, nooks, and all the various parts of houses. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.

Welcome back to day 25 of NaPoWriMo. What better way to describe my favorite place than a teacup dictionary poem defining the word for my favorite activity snug and warm in my favorite space. When I first learned the word librocubicularist, I wrote a septolet about it. Love how I can use one word to describe my favorite activity in my favorite space.

Ekphrasis – Found Poem

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NaPoWriMo Prompt day 24 – Today, I challenge you to write a poem of ekphrasis — that is, a poem inspired by a work of art. But I’d also like to challenge you to base your poem on a very particular kind of art – the marginalia of medieval manuscripts. Here you’ll find some characteristic images of rabbits hunting wolves, people sitting on nests of eggs, dogs studiously reading books, and birds wearing snail shells. What can I say? It must have gotten quite boring copying out manuscripts all day, so the monks made their own fun. Hopefully, the detritus of their daydreams will inspire you as well!

Welcome back to day 24 of NaPoWriMo. I went off on my own daydream or maybe nightmare. About a week ago, Shawn posted the above picture with a poem to his Facebook page. Once again, I’m borrowing without permission. 😉 Even though I knew the image on the left was a flower, my mind saw peeling skin after a sunburn. Shawn thought I was crazy, but I couldn’t help it. I’ve had bad burns with huge chunks of skin peeling off. The way the petals burst open looks like peeled skin under magnification to me. So today I went on a slightly sideways journey and wrote a haiga for my vision of the photo. Sorry, Shawn, I see what I see.

Elevenie

Laundry
Piles high
Thrown over basket
Waiting to be washed
Never-ending

Vacation
Fun trip
Germany this summer
Spend time with family
Relaxing

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 23 – Our prompt for Day Twenty-Three comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who challenges us to write a double elevenie. What’s that? Well, an elevenie is an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing a specific task in the poem. The first line is one word, a noun. The second line is two words that explain what the noun in the first line does, the third line explains where the noun is in three words, the fourth line provides further explanation in four words, and the fifth line concludes with one word that sums up the feeling or result of the first line’s noun being what it is and where it is. There are some good examples in the link above.

A double elevenie would have two stanzas of five lines each, and twenty-two words in all. It might be fun to try to write your double elevenie based on two nouns that are opposites, like sun and moon, or mountain and sea.

Welcome back to day 23 of NaPoWriMo and as you can see, my day job once again influences my poetry – Sorting Laundry. And of course the opposite of work is vacation and the fact my family and I are off to Germany this summer, it became a no brainer for an Elevenie.

Earth Day – Pantun

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Aloe along our front door walkway

Hummingbirds swoop and hover near aloe
drinking in the sweet nectar of flowers
Rejoice in nature, let’s not be shallow
Earth is a lifeboat humans devour

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 22 – In honor of Earth Day, I’d like to challenge you to write a georgic. The original georgic poem was written by Virgil, and while it was ostensibly a practical and instructional guide regarding agricultural concerns, it also offers political commentary on the use of land in the wake of war.

Welcome back to day 22 of NaPoWriMo and Happy Earth Day! Here are the instructions for writing a pantun. I believe this little piece can be considered georgic, as it is about nature and does present commentary on our use of nature. The picture of the aloe was taken by Shawn Hosking. Once more I’m borrowing a photo of his without permission. And yes, hummingbirds visit the tall flowers on a daily basis.

Crockpot Recipe

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Crockpot meal simmers
Delicious aroma builds
Stick a fork in me, I’m done
Chicken and dumplings
It’s what’s for dinner

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 21 – Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech. It could be something you’ve heard on the radio, or a phrase you remember from your childhood, even something you overheard a coworker say in the break room! Use the overheard speech as a springboard from which to launch your poem. Your poem could comment directly on the overheard phrase or simply use it as illustration or tone-setting material.

Welcome back to day 21 of NaPoWriMo. Okay so we can’t quite stick a fork into April. There is one more week until we’re done, but I love that line. Plus once the chicken was done cooking today, I had to pull it apart with a fork to serve. I enjoy cooking in the crockpot, it makes the house smell yummy all day. And any meal I don’t need to use a knife works for me, too.

No Crying in Baseball

Biding
Chiding
Gliding
Sliding
Coach always a biding, chiding storm
Players begin gliding, sliding home

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 20 – Today, I challenge you to write a poem that incorporates the vocabulary and imagery of a specific sport or game. Your poem could invoke chess or baseball, hopscotch or canasta, Monopoly or jai alai. The choice is yours!

Welcome back to day 20 of NaPoWriMo – I decided to work on a Tyburn. Not exactly the easiest form, but let’s all remember, “There’s no crying in baseball.” A League of Their Own was made 25 years ago.

Legend of Grandpa

Legend of grandpa
Seventy-six years ago
No television
Listened to The Lone Ranger
on the radio instead

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 19 – Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts a creation myth. It doesn’t have to be an existing creation myth, or even recount how all of creation came to be. It could be, for example, your own take on the creation of ball-point pens, or the discovery of knitting. Your myth can be as big or small as you would like, as serious or silly as you make it.

Welcome back to day 19 of NaPoWriMo aka my dad’s birthday. Is it really a myth – life BEFORE television. My grandparents didn’t get a TV set until my dad was in high school. And did you know, the world came across in black and white?! As I was thinking of myths, I remembered a story Rachael said when her class was reading To Kill a Mockingbird back in high school. One of her classmates wanted to know why Scout kept asking her dad so many questions; why didn’t she just google it? Ummm…yeah the world before television and computers may be a myth after all.

Neologism – New Word

Farathoner

Run
Race
Fifty
years ago
First farathoner
Signed up for Boston Marathon
Nevertheless she persisted and keeps running strong

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 18 – Today, I challenge you to write a poem that incorporates neologisms. What’s that? Well, it’s a made-up word! Your neologisms could be portmanteaus (basically, a word made from combining two existing words, like “motel” coming from “motor” and “hotel”) or they could be words invented entirely for their sound. Probably the most famous example of a poem incorporating neologisms is Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky, but neologisms don’t have to be funny or used in the service of humor. You can use them to try to get at something that you don’t have an exact word for, or to create a sense of sound and rhythm, or simply to make the poem feel strange and unworldly.

Marathoner – male who runs a race
Farathoner – female who runs a race

Welcome back to day 18 of NaPoWriMo. As many of you know, the Boston Marathon was held yesterday and the first woman, Kathrine Switzer, to officially register to run the marathon in 1967 ran it again 50 years later. And I thought, hmmm…. marathoner is pretty masculine so I decided to call her a farathoner.

Happy Haiku Day

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Petals close as sun
sets, wrap stamen in darkness
Tulips say goodnight

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 17 – Today, I challenge you to write a nocturne. In music, a nocturne is a composition meant to be played at night, usually for piano, and with a tender and melancholy sort of sound. Your nocturne should aim to translate this sensibility into poetic form! Need more inspiration? Why not listen to one of history’s most famous nocturnes, Chopin’s Op. 9 No. 2?

Welcome back to day 17 of NaPoWriMo. I know I wrote about petals closing at night with a picture of the flowers wide open during the day. And yes, folks it is Haiku Day! So everyone try and write a haiku today.

Happy Easter

Sunday
coffee is made
husband is up early
I roll over to get more sleep
How many chores wait for me?
Out of bed, floors are swept and mopped
then clothes go in washer
working before
Monday

NaPoWriMo Prompt Day 16 – Today I challenge you to take your inspiration, like our featured interviewee did in the chapbook she co-authored with Ross Gay, from the act of letter-writing. Your poem can be in the form of a letter to a person, place, or thing, or in the form of a back-and-forth correspondence.

Welcome back to NaPoWriMo day 16 and Happy Easter! I’ve done the list of chores above and decided I had time to write my poem before putting the ham in the oven. The above poetry form I learned about back in 2011 over on gather.com. It was created by a member of the mindful poetry group. I thought it was called a conversant which is what made me think of it for this prompt. And the fact I’ve written epistolaries for napowrimo before – Dear Washer. But when I looked up conversant poem, they looked nothing like the form above.