NaPoWriMo...Day Six

Pick an image from a personal collection or Google any word and look at the image results...

Like a grizzly bear
emerging form hibernation*
he comes from sleep
Hair mussed and eyes dead
scratchy stubble and
the same t-shirt
of yesterday
Until coffee, like a drug
wakens him, alert now

A grizzly could not
compete with caffeine.

*One animal that some famously consider a hibernator is the bear, although bears do not go into "true hibernation". During a bear's winter sleep state, the degree of metabolic depression is much less than that observed in smaller mammals. Many prefer to use the term "denning". The bear's body temperature remains relatively stable and it can be easily aroused.

NaPoWriMo...Day Five

Make poetry really personal. Give poetry, as you write it, a name. Possibly a gender. And a personality. Give poetry — how you view poetry, what poetry means to you, your poetry — a name. Now write a poem suits your view or vision.

Agana flows from the heart, unbidden

You can call for her, but not force her

Forced, she is cold and stiff as rock

Unbidden, she arrives in a spurt

of lifeblood, your essence bared

Agana is not a choice.

You have her or you don't,

and if you do, you must let her flow

even if it kills you

NaPoWriMo...Day Four

Write a poem today that illustrates your idea of what is inside-out.

I had the sense to stop at the sight of your shadow

It wasn't a shadow, no more than you are

It was storm clouds and rain-soaked waters

It walked upright, shade-fingers nimble and alive

You slid along the ground like a shadow

But not like a shadow because your shadow walked upright

You were dragged behind it, a Hector behind Achilles

It led you to dark places, where shadows live

You followed willingly, unwillingly

I stopped at the sight of your doppelgänger

I turned and left you on the ground,

your shadow upright, shade-fingers nimble and alive

I left the upside-down world where

You were on the ground, your shadow upright

And it dragged you to dark places where shadows live

NaPoWriMo...Day Three

Write about something that scares you. It could be tarantulas or your significant other cheating on you or an existential fear of the unknown so long as it unsettles you. Describe it in the most vivid language possible!


I like the dark, really I do
It's not the dark I'm afraid of...
It's you!

You creepies, you crawlies,
you 'sneak-down-the-wall'-ies

You murderers, you snitch-ers
you 'turn-off-the-light-switch'-ers

You 'hide-in-the-dark'-ies
You "I hid bodies in the park"-ies

You demonic, devilish sirens-or-such
Lurking around, seeing by touch

No I am not afraid of the twilight
It's the little night critters who give me a fright

Creeping and crawling, oozing and goozing
Sneaking about while I'm quietly snoozing

I am not afraid; I won't scream or shout
but the little night critters better watch out!

NaPoWriMo...Day Two

Today’s writing prompt is to type the letters RWP into the abbreviation search field at Acronym Attic and write a poem inspired in any way by one or more of the resulting phrases. You don’t have to use the words from the phrase in your poem, but you can if they fit. GLWI (Good Luck With It)!

"A Roman web place
Has no regular white paper!"
"So go to Roger Williams Park...
it's a reduced workload program
and you need it too
all you do
is think of pointless
stupid
hopeless
acronyms
to confuse me with!"
"Oh go watch RWP #24"
"What?"
"idk Rainwater Pipe."
"What did you call me?"
"Rolling Wire Probe"
"Did you just call me a fat...?"
"Nope, you're just a...
Random
Weird
Person
RWP"

NaPoWriMo...Day One

1. Put your iPod or iTunes (or other mp3 player) on shuffle. (If you don’t have a music player that shuffles, you can choose CD or album titles at random from your collection by writing several titles down on little slips of paper … works the same way.)
2. Write down the first five titles that come up. No cheating allowed!
3. Use all five titles to draft a new poem. They have to be used intact — you can interrupt them with punctuation, but you may not remove or change words.

We walked by the bridge
me and she, beautiful lover of mine

We watched the water flow
ramble on beneath the pines

We ate the lunch she made
and talked of love, that sweet emotion

We sailed our ship to China
crossed that deep deep ocean

She left while I lay napping
woken by the buzzing of the fly

I called her to ask where she was
She said it was fun, but goodbye

I said how about tomorrow?
'No. Accept it, life just isn't fair'

But she came anyways to the bridge and the river
We watched the clouds, the sunlight in her hair

She left again, but I knew she would return
Every day, to the river and the bridge

Tomorrow we would swim,
the next day climb the ridge

Free as birds, no commitments
Except to always call

Asking 'Where are you?'
nothing comes easy after all


My five titles:
Lover of Mine
The Fly
Nothing Comes Easy
Ramble On
Sweet Emotion