GloPoWriMo 2020: 15/30

Today’s prompt asks me to write a poem that is inspired by my favourite type of music. The good folk over at NaPoWriMo deserve a commendation for the prompts they come up with year on year. They’re always so educational in the manner they phrase the prompt – and all the resources are absolutely lovely.

Da Ba Dee

If you asked me any time till University,
What my favourite genre of music would be,
I would reply techno, or house, or electronica,
Linking you to Blue (Da Ba Dee),

It was dance music I loved while I sat, working,
They never made me dance, but they sent my brain whirring,
There was something about the consistent rhythm, the mixing, the bass,
It never felt understated, the melody shone through in your face.

Yet over the last few years, I have found,
Music is everywhere, and there are melodies abound,
All that is necessary is to search in the right place,
To ask the right people, who can put you through to analogue tunes –
Aside from things made on a digital interface.

That opened my mind up, and I’ve heard so much since then –
No longer do I have a favourite genre, but music for moods,
Whether intense, relaxed, or just zen, and
Although that has changed my preferences, if you stop and ask me,
What’s your favourite song?
I’ll still reply “Blue (Da Ba Dee)”

GloPoWriMo 2020: 13/30

Today’s poem challenges me to write a non-apology for something I stole. Of course, this is a good way for the kind folk at NaPoWriMo to keep tabs on all of the things people steal. Here is mine:

Lonely as a Cloud

Dear Mr. Wordsworth,
I hope this letter finds you well – and safe,
May these times grant you rest, and peace,
From your weary state,
I write to you to inform you I have taken the wonderful verse you’ve written –
“I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud”,
And converted it to poetry of my own.
I will not be sending you any money in royalties,
For you are past copyright, good sire, and
Even if protected, this is a personal, non-commercial use,
You may read my verses, they aren’t half as
Lyrical as yours,
I do think you’ll enjoy them,
Particularly when on your couch you lie,
In vacant or pensive mood,
These are no daffodils,
But the laughter may cure your solitude.
I seem to have done it again, William,
I hope you’ll forgive me –
It was never my intention,
Now, however, we are contemporaries.

GloPoWriMo 2020: 10/30

Today’s prompt is short and sweet. When I did GloPoWriMo in 2017, the first year I tried my hand at writing poetry properly, I used haikus as an escape from the routine. Short poems that completed prompts without too much effort. This was also because I had a very strict “no-editing” policy on the blog, a result of which was that I spilt out whatever word spilt out from my brain, irrespective of what they ended up sounding like on paper. It felt easy, but sincerely, it always felt like the lazy way out – when I didn’t feel particularly inspired. Today though, asks me to write a Haynaku – a variant of the haiku, where the poem’s stanzas has three lines: first one with one word, second with two words, and third with three words.

Solitude

Solitude,
Is confused
loneliness, without burdens.

GloPoWriMo 2020: 9/30

Today’s prompt asks me to write a “concrete” poem – one that takes the shape of the thing that inspires it. I’m not fully sure how to do this just with my words, but I shall attempt this nonetheless. Of course, forgive the lack of title.

I cannot
Place my finger on when mammals became
Cold-blooded reptiles
But somewhere it seems that Nokia game afflicted us all, since, while it provided us entertainment, it also gave us the
Simile, Slimy, like a
Snake

 

 

GloPoWriMo 2020: 8/30

Today’s poem gives me the opportunity to incorporate something written by another poet into a piece of my own. I feel like I’ve done this before, in the prompt about Dreams, where I essentially just took William Wordsworth’s amazing “lonely as a cloud” and weaved it in.

Tread Softly 

Tread softly, for you tread on my dream – my
Singular point of focus, my raison d’etre,
All things are not what they seem,
Hate, it prickles like Thallium,
Undetectable,
Deadly.

GloPoWriMo 2020: 7/30

I’ve enjoyed thinking about today’s prompt, which challenges me to write a poem based on a news article. I picked this one: A Man Fell Into An Art Installation Called Descent Into Limbo

Descent Into Limbo

Have you read Holes?
The Camp Counselor says pits build character,
And although by accident, and extremely painful,
My descent into limbo – a step into the unknown,
Into vantablack, where a luminous source was Godsend, and
Earth and Heaven melded into one: the great Above,
Built character indeed.

It was a few minutes, but the pit worked its ways and
My privilege felt like a burden that was too much to bear for
I am an art lover with
The means to enjoy art,
To whom this is but a void,
To everyone oppressed, whose voices are suppressed,
This is their
Daily existence,
Their limbo

And they do not descend into it –
They are
Born into it,
Yet those in power make
Them dig,
And dig,
And dig,
Till all that is left in the void is
Silence.

GloPoWriMo 2020: 6/30

Today’s challenge asked me to write a poem from the point of view of one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights. I had never heard of this piece of art before, so I was quite intrigued to give this a shot.

The Gryphon 

Commanding the chariot that Dante sees,
I am legend,
Arriving when beckoned,
Guardian of all that is gold,
Taking good into my protective fold.
Few other creatures have legendary offspring,
But, I, and my hippogriffs, fly on clouds like they are
Soft spring,
Earthly delights when given to me  – are
Treasures,
Nobody but you can see.

GloPoWriMo 2020: 5/30

Today’s prompt is honestly the toughest prompt I’ve seen the good folks over at NaPoWriMo put out.

It’s called the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” and was originally developed by Jim Simmerman. The challenge is to use/do all of the following in the same poem. Of course,  if you can’t fit all twenty projects into your poem, or a few of them get your poem going, that is just fine too!

  1. Begin the poem with a metaphor.
  2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
  3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
  4. Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
  5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
  6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
  7. Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
  8. Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
  9. Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
  10. Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
  11. Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
  12. Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
  13. Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
  14. Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
  15. Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
  16. Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
  17. Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
  18. Use a phrase from a language other than English.
  19. Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
  20. Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.

I do not see myself weaving all 20 of these into a singular piece – for the most part because that does not interest me. Thus, I will be incorporating one of these things.

Peach Perfect 

“You’re a peach!”,
Merriam-Webster exclaims is the best example of a metaphor,
To call someone pleasing.
Au contraire, my peachy friend,
Peaches are not pleasing,
Their colour, in fact, they’re merely leasing,
Their appearance?
Round gluteus maxima, I say.

Oh, and the descriptions of their taste,
“Juicy orbs of sunburst deliciousness”,
Clearly, you pick fruit with haste,
But, come now, we must do our due diligence –
and spot the fur from a mile, nay, a marathon away.

You may think we’re brothers,
Maybe the hair gives you that notion,
In reality, we’re third cousins,
My genes contain some of the worse portions – and
as a result my appearance is a gag,
“A potato with fur”,
“A haggly sack”

I so dislike this peachy business,
Why must he get all the praise,
The next time you see someone please you,
Please call them a kiwi, I say.
“You’re a kiwi!”
You see, it rolls off the tongue,
Kiwi is two syllables,
While peach is just one.

GloPoWriMo 2020: 4/30

Today’s prompt asks me to write a poem based on an image from a dream.

I get this recurring dream of me floating around in space after having a heavy meal – a literal gas giant, if you will. It isn’t so bad, I’m enjoying my life up there, till I realize nobody has the power or ability to bring me down. Quite often that is where the dream stops, and it’s what I’ve chosen to depict today, tugged along by Wordsworth dearest.

Gas Giant

Ballooned up,
No strings attached –
I floated around in empty space,
Without the ability to move around freely
Something kept me in place,
Unbeknownst to me,
I caused a crisis,
An eclipse
Preventing the sun’s rays from brightening up
Anyone’s days,
I lingered,
Lonely as a cloud.