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.
April 2018
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Okay. A better night’s sleep is a good start.
Love,
Kevin
(4 April 2018)
National Poetry Writing Month 2018, Day 4
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’.
Claustrophobia (a poem)
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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National Poetry Writing Month 2018, Day 3
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…
Dear Tuesday,
My own personal reconstruction is an ongoing process.
Love,
Kevin
(3 April 2018)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
And the week gets off to a sleepy start…
Love,
Kevin
(2 April 2018)
National Poetry Writing Month 2018, Day 2
Using the prompt from Napowrimo.net—to ‘write a poem that plays with voice.’ Adopting one of the suggestions, I took an earlier poem and imagined the other side of the conversation (as such)…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
I usually don’t like those DVD menus that have looping audio and video, but the one for American Splendor is quite relaxing.
Love,
Kevin
(1 April 2018)
National Poetry Writing Month 2018, Day 1
For a very early start on day 1, I have ostensibly used the prompt from Napowrimo.net—to ‘write a poem that is based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure.’ I would not necessarily refer to depression as ‘a secret shame’, but neither is it something I like to share much about on those days when it seems worse. Anyway…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 