Dear Tuesday,
I hate insomnia…
Love,
Kevin
(7 April 2015)
Musings
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…
NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 5: Political Science (c. 2015) (a poem)
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt is a bit tricky. It involves taking an Emily Dickinson poem, stripping out all the line breaks, re-breaking the lines, and adding and subtracting words. I chose to use her poem The World is not Conclusion, turning it into a commentary on the current state of American politics…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
A good night’s sleep is always a good way to start the day, don’t you think?
Love,
Kevin
(5 April 2015)
The woman in my dreams (a poem)
Using the prompt from Day 4 of the Writer’s Digest 2015 April PAD Challenge to continue exploring last night’s dream…
NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 4: Break the code—read the message (a poem)
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt is to write a ‘loveless’ love poem—i.e., one that does not use the word love and does not include the usual trappings associated with love poems. As luck would have it, I had a dream last night. I wrote two poems trying to capture what I remembered of the dream; this poem is a composite of the two—appropriate, since the woman in the dream seemed to be a composite of two or three different women. [N.B., I have swapped titles with the other poem I wrote about this dream, after realizing that each title fit the other poem better.]
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
That was quite a dream last night. I wish it had lasted longer…
Love,
Kevin
(4 April 2015)
