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National Poetry Month Book 2016 |
| http://www.napowrimo.net/page/3/ 1. Prompt - http://bibliomancyoracle.tumblr.com/askoracle: "Stop making such a racket in your wooden shoes/As you go up and down the master stairs." from “Notes from the Trepidarium” by Lucie Brock-Broido Stop making such a racket in them wooden shoes, clogging up and down my stairs. Stop drawing attention that need not be mentioned, no one else in the world cares-- I know you're sad, you're throwing a fit, but you're making me mad, I suggest you SIT! 2. Prompt - But today I challenge you to write a poem based on a non-Greco-Roman myth. You could write a poem inspired by Norse mythology, or perhaps by one of these creatures from Japanese legend. Every time and place and culture has its myths and legends, so there’s plenty to choose from. Happy writing! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_legendary_creatures_from_Japan Have you heard of Akaname? The Japanese filthy bathroom cleaner. I hear it comes out if you don't clean for weeks. I heard months. I hear it was last seen at the frat house down the street. I've been there for parties! I never use a boys restroom-- *CREEEAAK* WHAT WAS THAT?! WHAT WAS THAT?! *silence* You know, -- If we're being honest -- Girls can be a little filthy too sometimes. Weren't those your curlers and shedded hair I saw? Marci never wraps her monthly business-- *FLUSH* ------ ------ Thought you had to go next. You first. No thank you, I'm good. 3. I challenge you to write a charm – a simple rhyming poem, in the style of a recipe-slash-nursery rhyme. It could be a charm against warts, or against traffic tickets. It could be a charm to bring love, or to bring free pizzas from your local radio station. Charm Against Procrastination Sweat from a single mom, Tie given by a hard-working Dad, Pinch of a Trainers spirit, Dash of a hopeless cases' plea; Mix it all together and it's been fed to me. http://www.napowrimo.net/page/2/ 4. Today’s optional prompt is to write a lune. A lune is a sort of English-language variation on the haiku, meant to better render the tone of the Japanese haiku than the standard 5-7-5 format we all learned (and maybe loved) in elementary school. There are a couple of variants on the lune form, but just to keep things simple, let’s try the version developed by Jack Collum. His version of the lune involves a three-line stanza. The first line has three words. The second line has five, and the third line has three. You can write a poem that consists of just one stanza, or link many lune-stanzas together into a unified poem. Happy writing! Catching up is difficult if you don't have the mind to. 5. Today I challenge you to write a “golden shovel.” This form was invented by Terrance Hayes in his poem, The Golden Shovel. The last word of each line of Hayes’ poem is a word from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem We Real Cool. You can read Brooks’ poem by reading the last word of each line of Hayes’ poem! (In fact, you can do so twice, because Hayes, being ultra-ambitious, wrote a two-part golden shovel, repeating Brooks’ poem). Now, the golden shovel is a tricky form, but you can help keep it manageable by picking a short poem to shovel-ize. And there’s no need to double-up the poem you pick, like Hayes did. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/244278 I decided to follow Hayes and Shovel Brook's We Real Cool too! THE POOL PLAYERS. SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL. We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15433#sthash.hN7Ti5ct.dpuf The Mean Girls - Five at the Mall Other girls want to be us. We are the envy of all the real popular kids. Cool is too hot for us. We go right when others go left. Our universe is school not because we care, but because all our peers lurk there. We do as we wish, stay out all late; no one can tell us what we don't want to hear. We strike down any straight talk they try to tell us. We know what we're about, we sing when we are out. We sin and sin again, we puke until we're thin. Though underaged, we swallow more than gin-- We need someone to love us, we want someone to care. We don't know much 'bout Jazz, but we can sure sing the Blues in June. We don't understand that our actions are killing us. We will die if no one saves us soon. Words = 355 Lines = 74 |
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