I don’t like any of the writing prompts I have seen today, so I am going with my first poem of the day, which is a brief contemplation about poetry…
Life
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Well, it’s sunny out, at least. Now if you could just turn up the heat a little…
Love,
Kevin
(9 April 2015)
NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 8: Return of the Man in Black (a poem)
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt is to write a palinode, a retraction of something in an earlier poem. I opted for a follow-up to my earlier poem, The man in Reno vs the Man in Black.
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Okay! Up at a reasonable hour for a change. Now, where’s the sun?
Love,
Kevin
(8 April 2015)
NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 7: A dream I never want to see again (a poem)
Today’s prompt in The Daily Poet by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano is to write a backwards acrostic—that is, an acrostic in which the last letter of each line spells out a word or phrase. As it turned out, I had a horrible night’s sleep last night (with ugly dreams to match), so picking a word—insomnia—was not difficult…
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
I hate insomnia…
Love,
Kevin
(7 April 2015)
Paris, 2015 (a poem)
Today’s entry in the Writer’s Digest 2015 April PAD Challenge involves writing a ‘things-not-as-they-appear’ poem…
NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 6: The window of consciousness that greets me at 4:30 in the morning (a poem)
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt involves writing an aubade. I’m not familiar enough with this type of poem to know if this one qualifies, but it’s what I came up with. Since it was 5:30-ish 7:15 a.m. and I was only 3/4 awake, I was just happy that I half remembered the first couple of lines that popped in my head long enough to write them down in some form…
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
I had not anticipated getting such a late start—but I do appreciate the extra sleep.
Love,
Kevin
(6 April 2015)
Sunday mornings at Grandma’s house (a poem)
Today’s prompt in The Daily Poet by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano is to write a poem that uses I remember to begin each line. I wrote such a poem a few weeks ago, but decided to give this challenge a try nonetheless. This time, I thought back to Sunday morning breakfasts at my grandparents’ house when I was a kid…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 