National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #27 (pt. 2)

Here is my poem for Day 27 using the POETRYisEVERYTHING prompt: Pick a canned phrase and expand on the sentiment in an extreme and overly detailed way. ‘Would you like the receipt?’ In 1992 the question was ‘would you like a bag?’ I’d already noticed that tattoos and body piercings had taken over the culture [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #27 (pt. 1)

Here is my Day 27 poem using the napowrimo.net prompt: Use words from a Shakespeare sonnet. I used words and phrases from Sonnet XI. fresh blood knows not to enter the fray in shark-infested waters, wisdom and beauty are bait the folly, age, and cold decay of threescore year accumulate excess and power to rule [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #26 (pt. 2)

Here is my poem for Day 26 using the POETRYisEVERYTHING prompt: Write a poem that incorporates things other people say. It’s kind of weird… His father said something like ‘If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck, he’s probably a crook’ I don’t know if the crook looks nervous but he probably [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #26 (pt. 1)

Here is my Day 26 poem using the napowrimo.net prompt: Repetition! 1 A catalogue of my obsessions takes many forms (I miss her) 2 I’m buying a recorder to give myself another way to document my mistakes Four tracks no waiting 3 A catalogue of my obsessions takes many forms (I miss her) 4 Back [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #25 (pt. 2)

After giving up on the Day 24 prompt because I couldn’t find song lyrics to rewrite, here is my poem for Day 25 using the POETRYisEVERYTHING prompt: Alliteration! Bated breath brings back bitter fruit faded faces from foreign places filling backpacks and file folders with poetic pieces in states of stasis My memories make minor [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #25 (pt. 1)

Here is my Day 25 poem using the napowrimo.net prompt: Write a poem that is specific to a season, references all five senses, and includes a rhetorical question. That can only mean a poem about spring in Seattle… On the turning You confuse me with your fickle moods running hot and cold with no way [...]