Today is the last day of National Poetry Writing Month, but the writing will go on! My final poem for the month was inspired by the triolet form (though it’s not a triolet) and Maya Angelou’s “On the Pulse of Morning,” which was in the prompt from Adele Kenny’s poetry blog.
Praying for a dream
lift up your faces you have a piercing need which will not be moved despite its wrenching pain
lift up your faces but seek no haven a bordered country armed for slaughter
lift up your faces for a new beginning clad in peace you have a piercing need
I’ve been writing but haven’t had time to post. The poem for today’s prompt from Adele Kenny’s poetry blog is “The Hedgehog” by Paul Muldoon. I love his line breaks and how the last stanza takes the reader somewhere much more serious than the rest of the poem portends.
Reasons to Write Poetry, No. 427
Sometimes you start writing a poem as it comes to you line by line, and it turns suddenly in a direction you didn’t expect.
Things got a little busy, as things are wont to. I’ve not had time to post, but I’ve kept up with the writing, which is the point, after all. 🙂 Prompts from Adele Kenny’s poetry blog have been lifesavers.
Dancing over the edge
Perhaps the wine or faint haze of cigarette smoke made them dizzy, or the low
lighting and flicker of candles felt cave-like and safe, or the steady throb of music
induced a kind of trance: they glided together through song after song, inches
apart but touching, until they couldn’t remember any other way to move.
Stars cloud his face, hidden overhead amid mountains that glow with the bend and change of sorrow. The soul seeks false love, true beauty, and grace of moments deep in shadow. Soft eyes dream of looks read slowly and taken by fire, nodding and grey with sleep, at once old and full.
Taking a cue from my September writing challenge success – and Adele Kenny’s Tip #4 – I may not post every day this month, but I will definitely draft a poem every day. Some drafts simply aren’t ready for public viewing. 😉
I did it! I wrote a poem every day during the month of September!
You’ll notice I didn’t post a poem for each day; in fact, I stopped posting after September 10. This was another success in that it led directly to the above-mentioned success. By letting go of posting, I freed myself from the double tyrannies of time and quality. More than once I crawled into bed and realized I hadn’t written that day, so I took a few moments to scrawl something in the back of my crossword book. This worked surprisingly well, because I found myself revising when I later transcribed those notes into my writing journal.
I didn’t produce much of great merit, but I learned valuable things about process. Many end-of-the-day scribbles captured poems that had formed in mind earlier and might otherwise have been lost. And because I periodically comb through my writing journal for inspiration, some of those phrases or ideas might yield something better down the road.
All in all, it was a good experience and one I plan to leverage come November, when I’ll piggy-back on the energy of NaNoWriMo to propel my own writing.
We’re a third of the way through September and I’ve managed to compose a poem every day so far. Those short poems have done a good job of keeping my head in the game when I don’t have much time to write.
Willow is the emo child of the Deciduous family, bangs forever hanging across her face.
While walking on my street – a street that goes nowhere and leads to nothing, just circles around the neighborhood and back on itself – I saw a pair of crew socks in the road like they’d fallen off the roof of a car or been dropped.
Separated, slumped, bedraggled, abandoned – I felt as lost as they appeared and as full of unanswered questions.