Today it’s all about the color:
National Poet Writer’s Month challenges participants today to select a common proverb— I chose “a picture is worth a thousand words”— and then Google the first three words of the phrase. Peruse the sites for words and phrases that capture your imagination and use them as the inspiration for your poem. I found an interesting page that involve an astronaut tweeting from space and used it as the foundation for my poem today.
The writer struggles
to paint a picture without
brandishing a brush
The dry and folded
skin of the great Sahara
looking like pie crust
Seen by a spaceman
adrift on an infinite
plain, above us all
Sometimes it doesn’t
make sense unless you see it
with your own two eyes
Today’s poetry challenge was to take an existing poem and redact all but the words you select to create another shorter poem. The words must flow in the order they were originally written. Make sense? If not, NaPoWriMo explains it in more detail.
The poem I chose as the source for my own, was Robert Browning’s My Last Duchess.
Its earnest glance ’twas not joy
Such stuff ’twas my gift,
a smile cast in bronze.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a ballad. Music once again provides the inspiration, and this time it was the lovely ballad, Tam Lin, performed by Fairport Convention. This song is so beautiful, I remember where I was the first time I heard it on the radio almost 20 years ago. I wanted my poem to have a mystical, traveling feel. It turned out rather folksy, but that’s ok, here you go…
The hour is late, and yet I’m still walking
29 steps to go
29 steps, and a hole in my stocking
29 steps to show
So no time left for your moaning and rocking
There’s 29 steps, so quiet your talking
I already know what I came here to find
A singular circus
A singular thought, of the critical kind
A singular purpose
So don’t peel oranges just to feast on the rind
You’re a singular clown, with a juggler’s mind.
I take the last bow, as my heart tends to swell
Four seasons to sing here
Four treasonous stories for strong men to tell
Four reasons to linger
So careful, don’t fall for the sorcerer’s spell
And when all is told, we can know it ends well.
In my arms you find shelterfrom your crimes of passionagain, and again.In affairs of the heart,you are just one arrest awayfrom doing life.