It’s the last day of Napowrimo. It’s the last day of my first year and first attempt of the Napowrimo challenge. I was doing so well throughout April, submitting a poem each day, until the last few days. Life got in the way as it tends to do and I was distracted. However, I’m not a girl to give up so easily, once a gauntlet has been thrown down, so here on my final Napowrimo post, you will find not 1, not 2, not even 3 but 4 poems, which complete the challenge.
Day 27 – on Day 30
The Prompt: Write a poem that explores your sense of taste.
Heaven In A Tea Cup
First the crunch satisfies.
The chocolate drops close my eyes,
as pleasure begins to rise
and swirls around inside me.
A cup of tea to wash down
the jewel in this perfect crown.
No greater pleasure is found
than a cookie and a cup of tea.
Day 28 – on Day 30
The Prompt: Write a poem using Skeltonic verse.
Never Give Up
Napowrimo has almost ended.
During April my mind has bended.
My honour now must be defended,
as I finish these final days.
The last three days, I’ve lagged behind.
I must complete the final deadline.
Whether or not it actually rhymes,
I don’t think anyone actually minds!
Day 29 – on Day 30
The Prompt: Take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it. For example, if your favorite poem is this verse of Emily Dickinson’s, you might choose the word “stones” or “spectre.” After you’ve chosen your word, put the original poem away and spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. Then use your original word and the results of your free-writing as the building blocks for a new poem.
(From To Autumn, by John Keats, the word “mists”)
The mist lies above the lawn,
hovering; a spectral form.
Beautiful yet surreal scene,
mystic haze, a ghostly dream.
Day 30 – on Day 30
The Prompt: Write a poem about something that happens again and again
Again and again
I give in
All it takes is
a mere suggestion,
of sweet treats.
my good intentions.
I can’t resist
the taste sensation.
That’s it. 30 poems written in 30 days. Would I do it again? Maybe. I need a lie down before I think about answering that. Were the poems any good? Some have potential, some need to be filed under “rubbish” immediately. It’s been a fantastic experience and I have learnt a lot. The main lesson, is that a good poem takes time. A first draft to meet a deadline is fine, but to produce something good needs time to ruminate, cogitate and deliberate. Poetry can’t be rushed.
Now for that lie down.