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.
National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #21 (pt. 2)
Here is my Day 21 poem using the napowrimo.net prompt: Write a poem incorporating wild, surreal images.
Harder than it sounds…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Breakfast cookie. Yes.
Love,
Kevin
(21 April 2019)
National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #21 (pt. 1)
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…
Dear Saturday,
Is it coffee yet?
Love,
Kevin
(20 April 2019)
National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #20 (pt. 2)
Here is my Day 20 poem using the napowrimo.net prompt: Write a poem grounded in language as it is spoken.
National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #20 (pt. 1)
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.
National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #19 (pt. 2)
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.
National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #19
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.
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
This one is a sticking point.
Love,
Kevin
(19 April 2019)