Dear Friday,
Clearly, the ice-cream strategy is not sustainable…
Love,
Kevin
(6 April 2018)
Dear Friday,
Clearly, the ice-cream strategy is not sustainable…
Love,
Kevin
(6 April 2018)
The Day 6 prompt from Napowrimo.net felt sort of safe, and the examples of different types of line breaks didn’t seem all that unusual. Even the Amiri Baraka poem, while starting a new sentence at the very end of lines here and there, didn’t go as far as to make sentences span stanzas.
For a while towards the end of high school, and on into college (until I stopped writing for a few years), I used very short lines, with three words being my unofficial maximum per line. A couple of years ago, when I was exploring specific forms, I found that some forms led me to write very long lines. Most of the time, I try to break lines somewhat logically, based either on where one might mark the end of a phrase when diagramming linguistically (though I don’t consciously approach it that way), or on where I would otherwise use a comma or semi-colon.
For this poem, I opted to create an exaggerated contrast between long(ish) and short lines—with the short lines, going so far as to break at the ends of syllables…
Dear Thursday,
Okay, I’m waiting…
Love,
Kevin
(5 April 2018)
The Day 5 prompt from Napowrimo.net is not one I’ve ever liked. I did start with a photograph, but the use of a poem written in another language required so much attention that I paid almost no attention to the picture.
Dear Wednesday,
Okay. A better night’s sleep is a good start.
Love,
Kevin
(4 April 2018)
The prompt from Napowrimo.net for Day 4 is to write about something abstract using ‘relentlessly abstract nouns.’ The result of my stab at this is one of the stranger poems I have ever written—and, quite possibly, one of my more successful attempts at ‘show, not tell’.
Bonus round—because I need to justify my relative lack of activity today. I had valid reasons, but just the same…
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Today’s poem is a variation on the prompt from Napowrimo.net. Instead of a list poem of fake band names, I came up with a list of fake band names (not wanting to take the time to go through social media and find all my old ‘that would be a good name for a band’ posts), then wrote a poem incorporating them.
The list I started with:
The Abandoned Typewriters
Blue Whale Guilt Trip
The Ex-Lepers
The Outpatients
Jasper’s Fine-tooth Comb
Cellular Level
The Expired Tabs
The Public Option
Sandwich Shoppe
Regular Guys
Not So Much
The Embodiment of the American Dream
Dear Tuesday,
My own personal reconstruction is an ongoing process.
Love,
Kevin
(3 April 2018)
Dear Monday,
And the week gets off to a sleepy start…
Love,
Kevin
(2 April 2018)
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