Week 1/Day 4. Rose Red goes quantity surveying (a poem)

This is my fourth poem of the online retreat. It’s an interesting bit of kismet. Despite my childhood crush and her reddened cheeks, I fail to recognize her until she sits down at the other side of the table. She is almost formless— I can’t even tell you what she’s wearing. She carries a book [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #4 (pt. 2)

Here I use the napowrimo.net prompt: sadness through simplicity. I also opted for directness. Wait right here it won’t be long I promise just you wait and see I’ve been waiting right here sticking close by for when you call I’m waiting where are you? (3 April 2019—posted April 4th)

National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #4 (pt. 1)

Here I use the prompt provided by poet (and bookstore owner) Chris Jarmick on his blog, POETRYisEVERYTHING. I’m never a fan of this type of prompt (anagrams), but I did it anyway. Ovens on, iceman jerk is a return to water so frightening? Resonance jive monk a holy spirit drunk in funkytown Romance evokes jinn [...]

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’. Conflicted emotions Hope has attachments I don’t mean it comes [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2017, Day 4

My fourth poem for National Poetry Writing Month combines the prompt from Napowrimo.net, which is to write a poem ‘with a word or idea or line it isn’t expressing directly’, with the prompt from the NaPoWriMo Facebook page, which is to ‘make use of Color [sic] as your theme.’ [Update: I moved the I have no need… stanza because [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2016, Day #4

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a poem about the cruelest month. There’s no getting around October Whether it’s your theatre of cruelty or merely the pre-show you’re too cruel, you know You throw up a course of obstacles thirty-one steps to the other side I have no choice but to follow the path Forced to [...]