Daily Archives: April 6, 2022

NaPoWriMo 2022 ~ Day 6


Full prompt here.

We have two featured participants for today, Salovie‘s tongue-in-cheek take on mother dragons, and Serendippity‘s equally ironic poem about Cyclops dating protocols.

Our featured online magazine today is Couplet. This is a relatively new journal, with just two issues so far. Couplet focuses on publishing pairs of poems that complement one another. I’ll point out Sarah Gridley’s poems “Aquatic” and “Anchor,” and W. Todd Kaneko’s “How to Stay Safe” and “When Our Twin Sons are Born.”

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line.

I enjoyed reading the featured poems for today. I especially enjoyed dating-tips-for-cyclops. There were lots of poems to read today as the recommended pages from Couplet held two poems and I had a brief read around the journal.

AQUATIC by Sarah Gridley was an amazing poem, beautiful lines and lingering images. I read it several times before I did a deep dive (apt for this poem).
A sanded 
dark centering on those floating, 
pointed stars. 
A glass 
of water alone is sometimes
sweet as Wisdom. 
a sea tossing its ever 
after inside you.
                     It is the dream 
of light at the end of water. At home 
below the surface, 
it is the animal I 
lost sight of to 
remember how to be.
Next I read THE ANCHOR by Sarah Gridley

I felt the anchor as a ponderous
dart—an art of heading down and digging
in, of withstood frictions

Life is always 
either no more or not yet.

Another poem full of ponder.

When I arrived on Couplet I read a few poems and the next recommended poem was one of them.

HOW TO STAY SAFE by W. Todd Kaneko.

                               Your son
has a husky wail that cuts through the night.
Your life is good but you don’t get enough
sleep because no one is ever ready for a body
to return to the soil. 

I know people who hold these thoughts in mind and make future decisions by them. The atmosphere of this is brilliantly captured.

               A baby
is not a thunder lizard, 
                     but two babies
are a swarm of fingernails and hunger
for love in the darkest heart of the night.
love starved and panicked for extinction.

Stunning poem!


Next the prompt. I have written this way before – almost a reverse golden shovel. I want to find the right line to use as a starting point so I will be back later to post process notes.


I wanted to find a poet and poem I didn’t yet know, (that’s the NaPo buzz), so I searched for Contemporary Female Poets and selected the first list of 18 the internet threw me. I knew many of them. Then I came to Andrea Gibson’s collection and searched for Andrea.

Published 2008

Andrea Gibson: Activist and spoken word poet extraordinaire Andrea Gibson is on a poetic crusade in support of LGBTQ rights, women’s rights, social reform, the deconstruction of the patriarchy, a righting of the wrongs of globalization and capitalism, and a whole, whole lot more — and Gibson’s poetry is only the beginning.By E. Ce Miller / Source: Bustle.com

I searched for poems by… and came across dianapressey.com which features video performance and review. I went for the 1st one, ‘The Nutritionist’. I know Button Poetry* and Button Poetry poets, I watched/ listened/ found words and then chose my line. I carried this poem four or five times before I chose a line. I have to agree with Diana – this poem describes depression so closely, it’s a brutally honest truth.

Andrea Gibson, performing at Camp Bar in Saint Paul, MN.

* Button Poetry is committed to developing a coherent and effective system of production, distribution, promotion and fundraising for spoken word and performance poetry. We seek to showcase the power and diversity of voices in our community. By encouraging and broadcasting the best and brightest performance poets of today, we hope to broaden poetry’s audience, to expand its reach and develop a greater level of cultural appreciation for the art form. © Button Poetry

I listened to the next video on You Tube ‘Maybe I Need You‘ – which had so many stunning lines that I almost changed my mind on the choice poem, but something lead me to ‘The Nutritionist’ so I decided to stick.

if I could get down 13 turnips a day said I would be grounded, rooted.

Said my head would not keep flying away

to where the darkness is.

focus on the outbreaths

the trauma said don’t write this poem,

nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief

inside your bones.

My bones said, “write the poem.”

I have never met a heavy heart

that wasn’t a phone booth

with a red cape inside.

In the end I went for:

my head would not keep flying away

to where the darkness is.

As my starting words:













and with a deep breath, dived in!

I wrote another grief poem, which I have decided to keep private, none of the lines work on their own, they all need each other. Just like family.



NaPoWriMo Nina’s Challenge #Day 6


Everyday throughout April I am posting an image for you to use as a writing prompt. Feel free to post links to the resulting work in the comments.

Please be aware by sharing your work digitally, it is considered published and may prevent you from submitting it to journals and anthologies.

#Day 6

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