PAD 2020 – Day 7

One week into Poetry Month and I’ve written a poem (sometimes more than one) each day! Considering how creatively stunted and numb I’ve felt lately, I’m happy that any words are rising to the surface. Thinking about how to revise them into good words is a May problem.

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asked for a poem based on a news article. It was a bit of a chore to find a story that wasn’t about the pandemic, but then I hit upon this interesting one about discovering the age of whale sharks. But, true to my nature, I ended up turning it into something with an undertone of doom.

This one is an erasure poem taken directly from the text of the article. I don’t do those often, because I find them extremely challenging, but this month is all about experimentation and breaking out of comfort zones (without leaving your house), right?

 

Endangered Creatures

 

Whale sharks swim in mystery.

Count lines in the vertebrae

like rings in a tree trunk.

Reasons behind age, what persists —

 

every living thing decays

the older the creature, the less you find

 

The hard part is these intensely vulnerable humans.

Why they exploit.

Scientists believe they      humans      can be helped.

Cooperation is key to survival.

This is a good news story after all.

 

whale shark

 

 

NaPoWriMo – Day 19

Followed the NaPoWriMo.net suggestion today to write a paragraph that briefly recounts a story, describes the scene outside your window, or even gives directions from your house to the grocery store. Then, build a poem by erasing words from this paragraph or, alternatively, use the words of your paragraph to build a new poem. I did a quick free write about the view from my window, and then cherry-picked words to make a new poem.

 

Remnants

 

Light slaps the deck,

highlights the cracks in the paint.

 

Dusting of dirt and grit,

dried leaves wedged

between the boards.

 

Seasonal hangover.

Sunglasses sky  —

snow threat forgotten, for now.

 

At the top of a bare elm, magpie surveyor.

We both stare at that mound of dirty ice.

Glistening.

 

Some things will be gone

before day’s end.