Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem that features forgotten technology. (Photo is of my refurbished 1938 Underwood Champion!)
Sometimes,
I feel as obsolete,
as an antique,
typewriter—
My stories used to delight her,
until I fell out of favor.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem of over-the-top compliments. Not feeling inspired today, so kept it easy.
I am sure,
there are many ways your,
imperfect,
but at the surface,
I don’t see them yet,
to my regret.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem inspired by your favorite kind of music.
Okay, clearly I am way behind on NaPoWriMo, but I have a decent reason. I had to focus on finishing my capstone and graduating with my Master’s in Health Systems Administration (not easy going back to school in your 30s, but I am DONE!). This means I have more time to focus on my writing now, and I plan to still finish NaPoWriMo, albeit later.
So, back to the prompt, my favorite genre of music is country. I imagine this poem being sung in the style of Girl Crush by Little Big Town. I don’t know why, but that song was in my head when I wrote it, and I do love the song!
I’m lovesick,
there’s no cure for this,
as much as I wish,
I can’t get over it.
I’m achin’ for your touch,
my body’s heating up,
it’s serious, I’m delirious,
thinking of you,
there’s nothing I can do,
I’m lovesick for you.
I wish I could recover,
find another lover,
to feel less weak,
and find some peace,
but there’s no relief.
My head hurts from all the thinking,
dreaming, and make believing,
I’ve forgotten what’s it’s like,
to not have you infecting my mind.
I’m lovesick,
there’s no cure for this,
if you only knew how,
I’m suffering now,
put me out of my misery,
and say you’ll never love me.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems. So, I was excited to see this prompt because I immediately thought of Gerald Callahan’s essay, Chimera. This essay has inspired so much of my writing since I have a creative writing and health/science background – and his essay was the first piece I ever read that drew on both fields. Years after reading the essay, I wrote a poem inspired by it. See below!
Some of our DNA
are relics of viruses
from past infections
so scientists say.
Envelope viruses like the flu,
carry lipids, protein,
and the stuff of genes,
from the hosts they travel through.
I like to think,
this means:
After years of sharing a home,
and conceivably the flu,
I’ve collected pieces of you,
stored in my chromosomes and genome.
You are not lost, you see,
You make up parts of me, literally,
saved in my “immunological memory.”
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen.
If I could,
I would,
steal time,
make it mine,
to rewind.
I’d be young again,
playing street hockey,
with neighborhood friends,
without a care in the world.
Or I’d be the girl,
young and free,
exploring my new city,
enjoying the mystery,
of a long life ahead,
with no regrets.
I’d find more time,
to read and write,
and make things right.
I’d do all the things I said I’d do,
and I’d make no apology,
for finding a way back to me,
and you.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a triolet.
If you’re gonna leave, just leave,
The in between is hurting me,
I rather grieve,
than be deceived.
Just leave, in between,
hurting me,
don’t let this last,
leave it in the past.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings. I happened to have written about sunflowers before, so had to use some of what I wrote for this prompt!
All I wanted were sunflowers to wake up to,
yellow the color of happiness,
and the way I felt about you,
to light up our dark and lonely rooms.
but you refused, refused, refused,
eager to see me lose,
the smile across my face,
keeping us trapped in this dying place.
Now I know,
Two lovers can grow apart,
Wild and free
And there is beauty in the truth that you don’t love me.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a hay(na)ku.
Stray,
to find,
way, back home.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a “concrete” poem – a poem in which the lines and words are organized to take a shape that reflects in some way the theme of the poem.
Hope.
Is like catnip on a rope.
It,
dangling,
swinging,
nearly being.
You,
wanting,
snatching,
almost catching.
But,
It.
Is.
Always.
In.
Someone.
Else’s.
Hands.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem using a line or two from one or more twitter bots.
Legs, arms piled outside
The tent of unending cries
Blanketed over with lies
Comforting our demise.
unwrithings 