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PAD 2022 – Day 5

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Today I chose to go with the 30/30 prompt “borderline.” I tried my hand at a short acrostic, both because I am a bit busy today, and because I was a little stuck. Sometimes working with the constraints of a form is exactly what I need to get something written.

Acrostic

Beyond any reason, we’re

ordered into thinking the

right way to shape humanity is

demarcation. Classification. Our stake

ends here, yours there. Do not cross.

Remember your place.

Learn tribalism. Othering.

In here we are one

nation, do not divide us,

except from them.

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PAD 2021 – Day 7

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One week down!! Today’s seemingly simple prompt proved rather difficult for me. NaPoWriMo.net asked poets pick from or combine two kinds of short form poetry – the shadorma, and the Fib. The shadorma is a six-line, 26-syllable poem (or a stanza – you can write a poem that is made of multiple shadorma stanzas). The syllable count by line is 3/5/3/3/7/5. The Fib is a six-line form where the syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can  link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backwards after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1. I tried linking one of each, but haven’t landed on any sort of title.

There 
are 
pockets
of darkness
I never want to
stop myself from dipping into.

Like a tongue
rubbing a raw cut
on the gum,
hoping that
each twinge will be testimony
or reason to be.
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PAD 2020 – Day 14

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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?

 

Bashō I am not

but I echo in honour

of his superb form

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