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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

NaPoWriMo Days #25 and #26

Day #25
And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). In 1958, the philosopher/critic Gaston Bachelard wrote a book called The Poetics of Space, about the emotional relationship that people have with particular kinds of spaces – the insides of sea shells, drawers, nooks, and all the various parts of houses. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.

Old travel photos taped onto the outside of the box,
neatly decorated, this is where 2017  docks.
Colourful slips of paper lie neatly, row by row;
counting her blessings and days that glow,
important lessons scatter throughout the inbox.

A photograph from the Mayhem concert rocks,
though Necrobutcher’s MAGA hat detoxes—
yet, the signed CD and conversation lessens the blow;
old travel photos taped onto the outside of the box,

my first opera in New York and a lunch of lox,
the invite to apply for residency in Canada, money locks;
a few thousand short, the anxiety blows,
yet many successes and triumphs, excitement grows.
Canadian visions and travel photographs lay in socks,
old travel photos taped on the outside of the box.


Day 26
And now for our (optional) prompt! Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.


Worn yellow fuzzy mouse
with a funny tail—how bizarre.
Placed quietly on the Blue Jays blouse,
worn yellow fuzzy mouse,
an object of love, kisses dowse
many nightmares under stars.
Worn yellow fuzzy mouse,
with a funny tail—how bizarre!

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