Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem that involves rebellion in some way.
They told us to burn all the books, so we did,
But we rewrote them bit by bit.
We etched letters into stones,
Wallpapered words to our homes,
Scratched lines into trees,
Tossed tales into seas,
And whispered passages into the breeze,
Until Earth itself became a scroll,
Of all the stories ever told.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a paragraph that briefly recounts a story or scene. Now try erasing words from this paragraph to create a poem or, alternatively, use the words of your paragraph to build a new poem.
I decided to use the paragraph from my Haibun I wrote earlier in this challenge. Here is the result of erasing some words to create a poem.
in the sun.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt: Respond to someone else’s poem from the bottom up.
I selected a poem from Whisky Words & a Shovel I by r.h. Sin. I bought this poetry book a few weeks ago, but haven’t had a chance to read it yet. I enjoyed opening it up for this prompt! I ended up only loosely using the source poem though.
My heart will stretch thin
(like dough expanded with a rolling pin)
I will knead my love
until it is enough
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time.
A special thanks to my dad for writing this poem with me! 🙂
From the day he took his first breath,
“Bob,” is what everyone exclaimed.
He had no reason to question his name.
Until, “Nugent,” the teacher called,
On his first day of school.
Everyone snickered and ridiculed
the poor lad, with a name like that.
Is it any surprise, that no one responded,
when the teacher prompted?
So imagine my dad’s chagrin,
when the teacher looked at him,
“Nugent is your first name, Bob is your middle.”
With a sense of gloom,
my dad’s nom de plume,
became the subject of this drivel.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem that prominently features the idea of play.
Squeaky toys, plush dolls, and tennis balls,
I will chase after them all.
Toss a stick, and I’ll fetch it quick.
Launch a Frisbee, and I’ll run for it happily.
After all, my favorite thing to do,
Is bring all these items back to you.
So take a break and play with me,
We’ll have fun, I guarantee.
Just make sure your throwing arm is strong,
Because I can catch things all day long!
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem in which a villain faces an unfortunate situation, and is revealed to be human (but still evil).
The Big Bad Wolf stalks Little Red Riding Hood,
hungry for her home-baked goods,
and hides under the covers in Grandma’s house,
ready to play cat and mouse.
But could it be, he just feels alone,
and needs a safe, warm, and cozy home,
with a tender nana who serves up tasty treats,
after all, everyone’s got to eat!
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write entries for an imaginary dream dictionary.
To dream of a teacup means you need to make amends,
unless the teacup is chipped, then you need to make new friends.
To see a hammer means you need to work harder,
unless the handle is broken, then you need to work smarter.
To dream of a seagull means you feel free,
unless the seagull is eating, then you feel hungry.
To see ballet slippers means you are poised,
unless the slippers are untied, then you are annoyed.
To dream of a shark means you feel like a boss,
unless the shark is moving in circles, then you feel lost.
To see a wobbly table means you want to be on solid ground,
unless you are sitting at the table, then you want to be unbound.
If you dream of a dentist, you are behind on your cleaning,
unless you are the dentist, then your dream has no meaning.
If you see a rowboat, expect smooth sailing ahead,
unless the rowboat is rocking, then expect to be sick instead.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: We challenge you to write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended.
Idiom: Close, but No Cigar
A story hangs on your shoulders,
thick in the air.
The words catch at your fingertips,
you know the story is there.
Percolating, circulating, accelerating—
There is a spark,
that ignites the stick,
that writes the story,
that sets the paper on fire.
Idiom: To Hit Rock Bottom
The only bottom I’m reachin’
Is in this bottle I’m drinkin’
And I’m thinkin’
That’s not what you’re meanin’
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt: We’d like to challenge you to write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live.
I am entirely outside my comfort zone with this NaPoWriMo challenge, but this prompt in particular had me sweating! I had to Google “haibun” and then “haiku” to even understand this prompt. However, I wanted to at least try it so here we go!
Where wild meets west, the vast sky turns into a real-life painting of mountains burning purples, blues, yellows, reds, and oranges twice a day; a prosaic production. Stars sprinkle the same sky at night, until you crick your neck trying to count them all. On the hottest days, it smells like melting asphalt. But on others, it smells like dusty earth giving rise to life—Javelinas chortling while grazing prickly pear. Rattlesnakes coiling and hissing. Rabbits hopscotching across rocks speckled brown. Lizards darting between low-lying, crackly bushes. Cacti standing guard, arms outstretched, as if offering you a hug.
Here, in the valley, there is space to stretch out. There is fresh air to breathe and time to breathe it. The days are warm and long; the kind of days you want to cozy up to until you fall into a sweet slumber with:
above, snaring bad dreams to
dissolve in the sun.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions “What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind? If you are a citizen of the “union” that is your body, what is your future “state of the union” address?”
Your tears, will create an ocean,
in which you will want to stay,
but your strength, will build a boat,
to sail away.