My poemy brain is busy with the final day of CV2’s 2-Day Poem Contest, so all I’ve managed here is a micro/senryu sort of thing for the 30/30 prompt “second thought.”
Yesterday’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt was about something big, so naturally today’s is about something small. I went with found tiny poems about tiny, sciency things.
I already wrote a moon poem earlier this month, but to hold true to the poetic stereotype, I have more to say about it. Today I used the 30/30 prompt “concentration moon” to come up with a few quick micros.
meditate
on the full face
of a super moon
but still come up
ordinary
***
pandemic thoughts
like phases of the moon
wax wan new repeat
***
when I lose
the day’s light
I try to remember
that it’s yet held
by the moon
Today I am preoccupied with trying to complete the CV2 2-Day Poem Contest, so my daily poem is just a super shorty. I used the 30/30 prompt “dark water.”
lake at midnight
so much remains hidden
in it, in you
A klutzy accident and unexpected trip to one of my most anxiety-inducing destinations today — the hospital ER — served as inspiration for today’s poems. I tried to incorporate the 30/30 prompt calling for an “anticipation” poem, and the League of Canadian Poets prompt asking for connected haiku.
hospital thoughts
is the opposite
of anticipation,
anxiety?
hum of the air vent
its whirring does not drown out
my pounding pulse
nurse asks for pain scale
but there is no number
for stress
we screen fevers
not people, says the nurse
bring purse to x-ray
rolling stool
worn at the edges
like this nurse
exam 1
tired woman says to daughter
it will be ok
A bit pressed for time today, which means I’ve gone with a compressed poem in my attempt to hit two prompts in one. I combined the NaPoWriMo challenge to write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems, with the Poetic Asides call for a form or anti-form poem. One of my favourite forms is the haiku or senryu, and of course that means appreciating the work of 17th-century haiku master Bashō. Since this is hardly a traditional haiku, maybe I have written an anti-form poem after all?
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt called for a hay(na)ku, which is a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. I decided to chain several together into a longer hay(na)ku sonnet, like the one that poet Vince Gotera invented during 2012’s NaPoWriMo.