Dear Monday,
Such a grey day!
Love,
Kevin
(22 April 2019)
Dear Monday,
Such a grey day!
Love,
Kevin
(22 April 2019)
Here is my poem for Day 22 using the POETRYisEVERYTHING prompt: a poem that reads like a recipe, but has nothing to do with cooking or baking.
Here is my Day 21 poem using the napowrimo.net prompt: Write a poem incorporating wild, surreal images.
Harder than it sounds…
Dear Sunday,
Breakfast cookie. Yes.
Love,
Kevin
(21 April 2019)
Here is my poem for Day 21 using the POETRYisEVERYTHING prompt: a poem describing a subject by only what the subject is not.
Dear Saturday,
Is it coffee yet?
Love,
Kevin
(20 April 2019)
Here is my Day 20 poem using the napowrimo.net prompt: Write a poem grounded in language as it is spoken.
Here is my poem for Day 20 using the POETRYisEVERYTHING prompt: three or four naani. A naani consists of four lines, with a total of 20–25 syllables. Not bound to a particular subject, but depends upon human relations and current statements.
Mine are connected, an adaptation and continuation of a poem I wrote last night (as one of my bookstore poems) shortly before a poetry reading I attended.
Fuck it. Here is my poem for Day 19 using the POETRYisEVERYTHING prompt: Mix up some well-known quotes, no more than three or four words at a time. The poem should be eight lines or longer and consist mainly of the quotes you are borrowing.
The final line comes from Johnny Rotten’s remark at the final Sex Pistols gig at Winterland.
Here is my Day 19 poem using the napowrimo.net prompt: Write an abecedarian poem. Mine addresses my failure to come up with a poem for the other prompt I had for today, which was to write a poem consisting of mixed-up quotes. Well, it wasn’t really a failure, as I did write the poem—but it was influenced too much by the news and completely ignored the ‘no more than three or four words at a time’ directive, plus I really don’t want to post an overtly political poem right now.
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Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Kicking Guilt in the Balls One Day at a Time.
Thoughts and images by Omar Willey
Monica Carroll
Poems by Iris Orpi