Dear Friday,
You do realize, O Friday, that it is way too early for this, and that I am going back to bed…
Love,
Kevin
(13 April 2018)
Writing
National Poetry Writing Month 2018, Day 13
I have again managed a slight deviation from the Napowrimo.net prompt. For Day 13, the prompt is to:
write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended. For example, if you chose the phrase “A stitch in time saves nine,” you might reverse that into something like: “a broken thread; I’m late, so many lost.” Or “It’s raining cats and dogs” might prompt the phrase “Snakes and lizards evaporate into the sky.”
Somehow this got me thinking about the first Twilight Zone episode I mention in my poem. I couldn’t figure out how that had anything to do with the prompt, but I figured I’d follow it and see what happened. I think I sort-of figured out there towards the end. I even made up a word along the way (except it turns out it was already a real word, so never mind)…
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
You are appropriately chilly this morning…
Love,
Kevin
(12 April 2018)
National Poetry Writing Month 2018, Day 12
This poem is a slight deviation from the Napowrimo.net prompt for Day 12—‘a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live.’ I don’t particularly like haibun, a form that consists of prose followed by a haiku. At least, I have never read one that did not bore me within a couple of sentences. Consequently, I have never written one until now.
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Yeah, I forgot about the wonky-hearing-because-everything’s-shifting-around-in-my-sinuses phase…
Love,
Kevin
(11 April 2018)
National Poetry Writing Month 2018, Day 11
This poem is based on the Napowrimo.net prompt for Day 11—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?” [sic]
Okay, it’s no State of the Union, and it’s undoubtedly a lot farther into the future than was intended, but…
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
You couldn’t wait until it was light outside to wake me up…
Love,
Kevin
(10 April 2018)
National Poetry Writing Month 2018, Day 10
This little monster, based on the Napowrimo.net prompt for Day 10—a lot of things happening at once—is a bit of a hybrid, combining bits of actual conversation or correspondence with sarcastic interjections by me. All of this is framed by the news that my desktop computer’s hard drive is beginning to fail. Is this really a poem? Whether it is or not, I’m going with it…
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Okay, NOW I’ve achieved full Barry White.
Love,
Kevin
(9 April 2018)
National Poetry Writing Month 2018, Day 9
The prompt given by Napowrimo.net for Day 9 is to write a poem in which something small and something big come together…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 