NaPoWriMo Day 4 Prompt 5
Here is Chris Jarmick’s prompt (abbreviated):
“Day 5 Prompt:
ANAPHORA is the repetition of a word or series of word or expression uses several times within a clause or paragraph. In poetry it may be one word or a few words that you use at the beginning of each line that makes a poem into a sort of meditation or mantra, it might sound like a slogan “Yes We Can” or We Will Fight for example. The repetition can also be used more subtlety within the poem. You can alter the phrase or introduce additional repeated words as well.
Write an Anaphora on any subject, length should be at least eight lines.”
But I did that yesterday, so to mix it up a bit I’ll include a prompt from http://www.napowrimo.net (again abbreviated).
“Our prompt for today (again — totally optional!) is a little odd, but here goes. Recently, I read an article about the Scottish science fiction writer Iain M. Banks. His books often have spaceships in them. And those spaceships have extremely odd, poetic names. Like:
Unfortunate Conflict of Interest
Very Little Gravitas Indeed
A Series of Unlikely Explanations
Just Another Victim of the Ambient Morality
Frank Exchange of Views
Lightly Seared on the Reality Grill
Falling Outside the Normal Moral Constraints
Abundance of Onslaught
Refreshingly Unconcerned With the Vulgar Exigencies of Veracity
A Fine Disregard For Awkward Facts
So your challenge for today is to write a poem with a title drawn from one of these spaceship names. And if you think of your own Banks-like spaceship name title, feel free to use that!”
confession of a politician with a Prosthetic Conscience
its a little loose
the one I wear in the shower
it slips a bit
there is wiggle room
and a lot of wiggling going on
unlike the one I wear in public
that one is tight
I don’t speak softly
but I got a big stick up my ass
and there is no room for any flexibility
but in the shower
there’s a lot of wiggling going on
Is your apocalypse irregular?
Have you tried a fiber supplement?
Has nothing worked?
Okay, how about something different:
My Prompt, write a phrase acrostic out of a haiku. I am using two Michael Dylan Welch haiku and one Tanya McDonald haiku.
at first the sun was obscured
the clouds layered themselves in air
well and good for them, but it left us
wishing for beams and warmth
for light to return
a second chance, a newly minted
coin to toss away so our wishes would come true
swallow moonbeams and
the space between flight and landing
ships sail in the night air, who can
chain wings? chain wind? as it
dips to the feather-tip pianist
slightly euphoric and always asking “whoo? whoo?”
mood of a falling star like a
swing that only goes down, in daylight
sunflowers look up to where it was
pointing at blue nothing
every sparkle vanished
which azure spot is which star?
way up beyond inert gasses, the shooting star, still circling, laughs
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