Well after an epic morning writing the gaps I am finally back on track with prompts for NaPoWriMo.
Here is what is on offer over at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-3/
Our featured participant for the day is Ordinary Average Thoughts, the repetition poem.
Today, our interview is with Thomas Lux. When he passed away earlier this year, he was the author of twenty books of poetry. Known for his sardonic verse (titles of his books include Pecked To Death By Swans and Tarantulas on the Lifebuoy), Lux taught for many years at Sarah Lawrence College in New York, as well as in other writing programs around the country. Find examples of his poems here and here.
Finally, here is our prompt (optional, as always). Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem.
I wrote a very personal poem so I won’t post any snippets here. I am not sure it is one I can do anything with. So I set about writing more and after two false starts caught a poem that went somewhere.
‘…scared to ruin what is precious…
…time does not lace… with its trace…’
Carrie Etter’s prompt leaves me with a lump in my throat before I even attempt pen to paper. Writing about loss. Writing about the month of loss and listing all the horrible things about the month then revealing in the endline that this was the month of loss. I am thinking of a friend who died, who I miss dearly.
I came back to writing this a while later, an incredibly short poem of 10 lines. Powerful, going somewhere.
…frost grieved evenings…
snow bleached hospital sheets…
November took you to that colourless place.
Jo Bell under a post called leaping greenly, gives us an untitled poem by EE Cummings. http://www.jobell.org.uk/
In her post she shares the EE Cummings poem that first got her into poetry (thank goodness, a poetry world without Jo in it would be a poorer place). At 17 she wrote out the last two verses, Jo writes It can be explained, just as happiness can be explained as a ratio of endorphins – but that’s not the point of either poetry or happiness.
Which made me smile.
I am a Cummings fan and this was an insightful read. Enjoyed spending some time with Cummings.
Over at The Poetry School calls for a response poem.
Day 9: Response poem
Morning all. Today’s challenge is a response poem: argue against, agree with, re-write, or converse with someone else’s poem. The difficulty, of course, lies in making your poem stand up on its own. © The Poetry School 2017