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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

NaPoWriMo Days #25 and #26

Sorry for my disappearance for a few days. I caught a little cold and it was mixed with allergies. I took a break to get better. The cold is gone and for now the allergies are at bay since we are having rain storms now.

NaPoWriMo Day #25:

I'm feeling quite sick today,
Only three hours of sleep, no hip hip hooray.
So I wish you all a good night and adieu,
Slumber soundly despite the achoos.

Will work on this entry tomorrow when better...

And now for our (optional) prompt! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This will work best if you just start with a line of poetry you remember, but without looking up the whole original poem. (Or, find a poem that you haven’t read before and then use a line that interests you). The idea is for the original to furnish a sort of backdrop for your work, but without influencing you so much that you feel stuck just rewriting the original!. For example, you could begin, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,” or “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons,” or “I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster,” or “they persevere in swimming where they like.” Really, any poem will do to provide your starter line – just so long as it gives you the scope to explore. Happy writing!

A moose has come out of the wood and stands there in the middle of the road.
"Hey! He's dressed as a Monty,"I shout with a smile,
he laughs, forgiveness lifts a heavy load--
laughing together, side by side, we're wind blown.
our cheeks are cold and red, our disbelief at this sight;
Bautista must have given the Moose the Monty uniforms on loan.
"We have to get a picture in front of this moose!" for friends,
but I just wanted a picture with him, with this moose,
capturing the moment I wish would never end.

NaPoWriMo Day #26:

And last, but not least, our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates a call and response. Calls-and-responses are used in many sermons and hymns (and also in sea chanties!), in which the preacher or singer asks a question or makes an exclamation, and the audience responds with a specific, pre-determined response. (Think: Can I get an amen?, to which the response is AMEN!.). You might think of the response as a sort of refrain or chorus that comes up repeatedly, while the call can vary slightly each time it is used. Here’s a sea chanty example:

Haul on the bowline, our bully ship’s a rolling,
Haul on the bowline, the bowline Haul!

Haul on the bowline, Kitty is my darlin’,
Haul on the bowline, the bowline Haul!

Haul on the bowline, Kitty lives in Liverpool,
Haul on the bowline, the bowline Haul!

The call can be longer than the response, or vice versa. But think of your poem as an interactive exchange between one main speaker and an audience. Happy writing!

As I make my way off of the el and ascend into daylight,
much cheer and laughter welcome me onto 15th and Market;
Muslim men selling their scents that linger into the horizon,
other women haggling for the best price, I love the books.
Yet I have an appointment at the Art Museum for Art After 5,
and as I continue to walk by TD, I am startled by the chants:

Jesus was a black man! Those white devils stripped us of our identity,
Amen! Jesus looked just like me!

The white man's crime was against us, they waged war on our prophets,
Amen! Jesus looked just like me! So did Moses!

They wanted to erase our identities! Christianity is a lie! Islam is a lie!
Amen! Amen! Amen!
No! No! This is hatred, dude! You spread so much hatred!

I am jarred by some of the protestors there speaking out,
and the "minister" must have spotted my shock:

See that white girl over there, see her right there?
Yeah, we see her!

Our black brothers will lie with a white woman like her! He will ignore our sisters!
You're racist!You're ignorant and racist!

I continue strolling through Love Park, Ghost waits for me.

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