Dear Saturday,
Your disguise is perfect. I thought you were Sunday.
Love,
Kevin
(10 April 2021)
Dear Saturday,
Your disguise is perfect. I thought you were Sunday.
Love,
Kevin
(10 April 2021)
Dear Friday,
The process of elimination continues.
Love,
Kevin
(9 April 2021)
My Day 9 poem is my response to the NaPoWriMo.net prompt, which is to write an unusual person or character’s to-do list.
Dear Thursday,
As much as I enjoy napping, I’d like to stay awake after I wake up.
Love,
Kevin
(8 April 2021)
My Day 8 poem is my response to the NaPoWriMo.net prompt, which is to write ‘a poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead.’ When I lived in a semi-rural area for a few years, we occasionally had to remove a mouse or two from the house (the cats could not be bothered, it seems); I based my poem on one of these poor creatures.
Dear Wednesday,
What happened to spring?
Love,
Kevin
(7 April 2021)
My Day 7 poem is my response to the NaPoWriMo.net prompt, which is to write either a fib (six lines, with the number of syllables on each line corresponding to the Fibonacci sequence, or 1/1/2/3/5/8) or a shadorma (six lines, with the syllable count by line being 3/5/3/3/7/5). I combined both forms, using the fib for the opening and closing stanzas, and the shadorma for the stanzas in the middle.
An annual rumination.
Dear Tuesday,
I should be drinking coffee to wake up, not to get warm.
Love,
Kevin
(6 April 2021)
My Day 6 poem is my response to the NaPoWriMo.net prompt, which is to use a short line from a favorite book as the title of a poem, write a poem based on that title, and then replace the title with something completely different. I started out with a line from the 2006 translation of Meditations, by Marcus Aurelius:
‘…there are two reasons why you should be content with your experience.’