The NaPoWriMo.net prompt today asked for a poem that anthropomorphizes a food. This may be cheating, but I had already done this a few weeks ago, when I looked over at my fruit bowl, and posted a tweet. Here is a short sorta-poem to go with a photo of what I saw.
Today I went with the NaPoWriMo.net prompt, based on Faisal Mohyuddin’s poem “Five Answers to the Same Question.” The challenge is to write a poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered. I wrote this very quickly, but I think it’s a useful and interesting prompt that warrants a re-visit when I have time, with other questions to answer, and more creative ways to answer them.
5 Answers
Because human brains like to problem solve.
We will tip, tumble, awaken. A collective realization.
The joy in my niece’s eyes when she dips her feet in the cool waters of a slow-moving river.
The conversation is more frequent, louder and as vibrant as it’s ever been.
My Mom squeezed my hand and said There are more good people in the world than bad.
It’s been a busy few days, and all I’ve been able to squeeze out for the daily poems are micros. My hope is to come back to a line or word or even the entire prompt at some point, and take another stab. For now, on this Easter Sunday, I’ve gone with the 30/30 prompt “lost in space.”
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt asked poets to challenge themselves by writing a poem about something they have absolutely no interest in. Though I generally think of myself as curious, and interested to know more about most things, coming up with a topic was surprisingly easy.
NFT
My 12-year-old daughter
can better explain “Non-Fungible Token”
than I ever could. The obstinate me,
does not even try.
The future of art, writing, music, creation,
some say, but I don’t understand
a “digital asset,” coveted
like a Rembrandt masterpiece,
rudimentary clipart, auctioned like
an antique vase at Sotheby’s,
or how a Tweet can be valued
as though it were a Rumi original.
Just today, I have heard birdsong
through an open window,
held a rock in my hand, story-striped
in geographic history, and watched
as cirrus clouds feathered a blue-grey sky.
Tangible beauty, not non-fungible.
I may be destined
to live like an ignorant relic,
who will not get with these modern artistic times,
To combat the superstitious unluckiness of the number 13, or to embrace its good fortune, today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt asks for a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” On Twitter, to combat my own anxiousness and anger at the world, I often post something good that I’ve noticed, using the hashtag SmallJoysInTheShitshow. This poem is sort of like that.
13 Things That Don’t Suck
Dark coffee, consumed quietly in early light
A clean kitchen.
Catching the avocado, its neighbour the banana, in perfect ripeness.
Green apple scent of my daughter’s freshly washed hair.
Sexy shoes, on sale.
A purring cat on a lap.
Fresh cookie smell, greeting you as you walk through the door.
Opening a novel to the exact right page, even after the bookmarks slips out.
A heart emoji that would be a hug if it could.
Turning on the radio at the start of a killer song.
Pen strike across the worst thing on a to-do list.
Finding the sunglasses lost since last summer.
The chance to consider these 13 things, knowing there are many more to count.
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.
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt called for a poem about “a very large thing.” Yesterday, on Twitter, I saw an amazing video of a colossal sturgeon swimming in a Canadian lake. I took my title from the comments, and used the Canadian Encyclopedia entry on sturgeon to create this blackout poem.
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt called for a “love poem.” I have never been very good at writing those, and I think today’s micro-poem proves that again. 🙂