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Sunday, April 5, 2015

NaPoWriMo Prompt: Spirituality is a Wonderful Intervention

Prompt from NaPoWriMo.Net: Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is a variation on a teaching exercise that the poet Anne Boyer uses with students studying the work of Emily Dickinson. As you may know, although Dickinson is now considered one of the most original and finest poets the United States has produced, she was not recognized in her own time. One reason her poems took a while to gain a favorable reception is their slippery, dash-filled lines. Those dashes baffled her readers so much that the 1924 edition of her complete poems replaced some with commas, and did away with others completely. Today’s exercise asks you to do something similar, but in the interests of creativity, rather than ill-conceived “correction.” Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it! (Not sure where to find some Dickinson poems? Here’s 59 Dickinson poems to select from).
Happy writing!

How fun! The poem I liked by Emily Dickinson is "Faith" is a fine intervention. Thought it was a good one for the holidays. ;)

Without line breaks, dashes, and punctuation:

Faith is a fine invention For Gentlemen who see But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency

"Spirituality" is a Wonderful Intervention 

Spirituality is a wonderful intervention
for those who are blind and lost;
when all seems hopeless,
some miraculous happens-
something so beautiful occurs.
A bird flies in, flowers bloom,
the sun rises in the east, sets in west.
Yet, for some people who see
spirituality is a wonderful invention,
except when in an emergency!

Easter post later! Enjoy your evening - I figured I'd type this as our meal is cooling and as we wait for Aunt Kathy and Matthew.


  1. I had to memorize MANY lines of Emily in 11th grade...

    Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed
    and so on....

    1. Ah, yes, I remember memorizing lines of random poetry in 8th grade. Good times, good times!

      Nature's first green is gold; her hardest hue to hold; her early leaf's a flower, but only for an hour. Then leaf subside to leaf, so Eden sank to grief; so dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay.

      Favorite Robert Frost poem!