I’m failing at the write away from home thang. Maybe my Muse stayed home?
I resorted to the Read Write Poem prompt Joanne pointed to about where you come from and I have three lines I like (three pages later) that I can’t get to go anywhere. And some great metaphor. Sigh.
Oh, look, there’s another idea to try. More prose tomorrow, must scribble…
Progress: After I posted yesterday, I wrote a pantoum in praise of avocados, and the better part of a poem about oranges, so I’m taking tonight off, eating half-price Easter candy and watching bad television.
All righty, well, I’m feeling good because, after a few days of food poisoning, and then another few of parental visiting for the holiday, I’m back on the poem-a-day wagon. I actually collected a few fragments during my off days, so it wasn’t a complete loss – and now I’m feeling peppy and ready for more poems! I might even write another one today!
It reminds me a little bit of dieting – even if you blow it by eating pepperoni pizza and a sundae in one night, you can always go back to your virtuous skinless chicken breast with apple the next day.
NaPoWriMo Inspiration: “ Freedom” by A. F. Moritz
More mentee-drivel. Three pages of metaphor with a personal revelation. No poetry though.
Progress: The object poem went so well yesterday that I decided to try another today, and I’ve just finished “An Argument Against Brussels Sprouts.” I think I may do a whole series about food. This is fun. Please feel free to suggest foods about which I may have unexpected depths of pathos and/or passion. Next up: avocados! (In case there’s any question, I am pro-avocado.)
Prompt for today: Read Write Poem is doing where you come from.
Mirrored at joannemerriam.com.
NaPoWriMo Inspiration: “Discourse on Pure Virtue” by George Elliott Clarke
Just playing around, really just playing, with a word from the N+7s and in a style I don’t consider my own. To my surprise, I like where the last 2 lines went.
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* I’m skipping/already skipped days 9 & 12 for Good Friday and Easter Sunday. And I realized somehow my numberings have been off by a day, so maybe I accidentally skipped another day, too?
Okay, if four words is now the bar :), I’m golden:
Bring the delusions back.
I ache from staring
into what I am, the quick
and soft and limited
which touches cold and limitless.
Wonder conquers fear
but only dreams can bring me sleep.
Also, I updated WordPress, ladies; please let me know if something breaks while you’re posting.
Progress: I wrote nothing yesterday, because of Barrister’s Ball (like prom for law school), which was fun. I’ve caught up today, using a prompt from the Speakeasy (“Define yourself“) and another from Writer’s Digest (“Write a poem about an object“). My defining-myself poem is only okay, and not very inspired, but the object poem is pretty good, I think. It’s called “An Argument in Favour of Blueberries,” because I recently found out a friend of mine doesn’t like them, and was all, “WTF is wrong with you, lady? They’re blueberries! How can you not like them?” I had no idea I was so strongly pro-blueberry.
Mirrored at joannemerriam.com.