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Friday, April 3, 2015

NaPoWriMo Days 2 and 3

Since I didn't get around posting Day #2 yesterday, here it is. The prompt:
And now, our (as always, optional) prompt, provided to us by NaPoWriMo participant Carla Jones. Today, I challenge you to take your gaze upward, and write a poem about the stars. You may find inspiration in this website that lists constellations, while also providing information on the myths associated with each one, as well as other salient information. Your poem could be informed by those myths or historical details, by the shapes or names of the constellations, or by childhood memories of seeing them. Any form or style will do.

My poem:

The Story Behind Cancer Crab in the Night Sky

As the sun descends into a clear night
and the stars twinkle in blackness,
Cancer Crab begins to appear—really bright;
the story unfolding sends chills up my spine.
Hera and Zeus come together in marriage,
but Zeus strays and Hera begins to spy—
jealous from unfaithfulness of her beloved,
extends her wrath to Hercules—creating three tests
magic and jealousy and anger from Hydra shoved—
until the crab is released and begins to move,
in the plan to cut off Hercules’s foot and leg;
but instead the Crab is crushed, trying to avenge love—
Hera shouts and cries obscenities,
yet despite the failure of the crab, she immortalizes him
in our night sky each Spring—come suburbs and cities!

Day #3 of NaPoWriMo's prompt is as followed:

And now, for our optional prompt! Today I challenge you to write a fourteener. Fourteeners can be have any number of lines, but each line should have fourteen syllables. Traditionally, each line consisted of seven iambic feet (i.e., an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable, times seven), but non-iambic fourteeners also exist. The fourteener was popular in 16th and 17th century England, where it was particular common in ballads, but it also is the form in which “Casey at the Bat” is written. The form is versatile enough to encompass any subject matter, but as the example of “Casey at the Bat” shows us, it is particularly useful in narrative poetry, due to the long line and the step-like sense of progression created by the iambs.
Happy writing!

Here is my creation to the prompt today. I'm going to need a better title. Any ideas?

My First Twiztid Concert

My outlook was bright for my first Twiztid concert today:
the sun shone brightly on this beautiful October day;
not a white cloud hung in the Philadelphia skyline,
"this weather is unseasonably too warm!" I opine.

I board the P & W at a little bit before three,
sitting next to the window, the autumn colours I see,
but I am dreaming of meeting Madrox and Monoxide
and hyperventilating about meeting them inside,
somewhere in the TLA, with my camera and pen--
Excited, yet nervous, a dream I had time and again.

I settle in for dinner, to calm me a Jack and Coke,
a hearty soup, a glass of water, the bartender's joke;
an hour later, excitement sets in, ready to go,
next door I walk and I'm happy to see the Juggalos.

We all begin to talk and we all quickly become friends,
let the Faygo flow, though some go to the bar at Street's end
to kill the time between the meet and greet and waiting here
as the guard made us go behind the building out of fear.
Impatience sets in as a slight time change delays the meet;
my nervousness amps, in hand I have their Halloween treats.

Finally! It is time to go! Up the winding staircase,
called into the room for my VIP chance, time races
meeting musicians, a favorite since I was fourteen,
I hand them the cards and candy in bags so black and green.

Surprised, but they exclaim their thanks verbally and in hugs,
four or five, the pictures taken, my excitement now tugs,
though Madrox helps me along in conversation, we laugh,
we talk, and they compliment my pictures of food and carafe.
They tell me I should make them something, as it's time to depart,
each giving me hugs; I thank them for their music and art.

I shake in the surreal moment, realizing a dream came true,
all smiles throughout the show, my face now a reddish hue--
Madrox dowses us in water, I will never forget
the night I met some wonderful people and didn't fret.

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