This is in response to the Twitter poetry challenge #haikuwordgame. The prompts are “patience” and “dusk.” I am behind a day for National Poetry Writing Month, so I wrote two haiku :-)
I hope you enjoy the musical “extra” below the poetry!
Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is to take a favorite poem from the past and rewrite it in a humorous or satirical way. Here’s my contribution. My apologies to Robert Frost!
Two roads diverged in the New England wood
My nav system must not be any good
I looked at the screen, so long I stood
The guy behind me honked as hard as he could
Made me jump out of my skin, and go!
Soon I wished I’d taken the road over there,
It having more than just one narrow lane
Plus it’s well paved and lighted fair
This one looks like a road for Paul Revere
It rides like a bridle path centuries old!
I passed a quaint store–may stop another day.
Yet knowing how much I am hating this drive,
I doubt I will ever come back this way
Unless this is the wrong friggin’ road
Which may well turn out to be the case.
I shall be telling this with a huge glass of wine
At my sister’s house, many hours hence
After scraping the fence on the side of the “road”
Deep in the woods with no bars on my phone
Just glad I didn’t have to have my car towed!
This NaPoWriMo challenge asks us to pull a card at random from a deck, free-write about the card for five minutes, then create a poem from that.
you are a knave
a valet to the brave knight
requiring no bravery of your own
a handsome profile
an empty crown
a servant in aristocratic dress
someone, ironically, without a heart
but who collects others’
do you take
the shards of each broken heart
and sharpen your sword with them
preparing for the next victim
how does a heart heal
after an encounter with you
deal me instead
the ten of hearts
ten juicy red hearts
no fancy dress
what you see
is what you get
yes, deal me instead
the ten of hearts
and I will win the game
This is in response to the NaHaiWriMo prompt, “prophetic.”
For information about the dwindling population of pollinators such as butterflies and bees:
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories between Wednesday and Friday each week. The stories are all based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. Please visit Rochelle’s blog for more information…and join us if you wish!
This week’s awesome photo is by fellow writer Doug MacIlroy. Thank you, Doug!
Happy Earth Day
by Jan Brown
“The humans have their lights on again. Why? Is their eyesight weak?”
“Perhaps it’s affected by the cold. They’re not permanent residents like us. They need time to adapt to the harsh conditions.”
“Harsh?!? What’s harsh is the fact that our icecap is melting at an alarming rate. And it’s their fault!”
“OK, calm down.”
“I’ll be calm once our continent is not collapsing under our feet. They come here to measure the damage. They take videos of the disaster they created. But they’re helpless to stop it.”
“Yeah, happy Earth Day.”
With that, the penguins waddled away.
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Last week, when I was doing taxes and writing haiku, I missed a fun challenge to write a “found poem” using snippets of text from social media. So I searched Twitter for the word, “healing,” which is my theme for the month. I’ve selected some interesting excerpts and paired them together….Enjoy!
The skies are crumbling
Repent, and keep on trying
Posting your stupid thoughts online
Healed by wordiness
Shift in perception
To recognize one’s own insanity
Putting pieces back together
Running out of time
Ppl have this very erred notion that all trauma is ultimately fixable
How do you explain these decisions by anything but a head injury?
This is what I love about National Poetry Writing Month: I always learn something new.
Today’s poetry prompt is to write a landay–a couplet of 22 syllables, 9 in the first line and 13 in the second. This is a form of poetry originating in Afghanistan. It sometimes rhymes, sometimes not.
Landays are spoken or sung by women as part of folk songs, often to the beat of a drum. They are anonymous and are never written down. In this way, Afghan women can compose poetry that expresses thoughts on men, marriage, societal norms and treatment of women, thoughts that if attributed to a specific author or written down by a living woman, could be considered disrespectful, illegal or worse.
Maureen Thorson, the poet who administers NaPoWriMo.net, linked us to a great resource on landays. I learned that there are twenty million Pashtun women on both sides of the Afghan-Pakistan border who practice this form of poetry. Some landays are ancient and some are new. Some complain about ancient customs still in practice today. They can be dark, sarcastic and painful expressions of opinions that are otherwise kept buried. And some are poems of love or lust, expressing longing for a boyfriend or husband.
So if you assume that these beautiful, burka-wearing women are always demure, you’d be wrong! Here are a few examples of their landays:
You sold me to an old man, father.May God destroy your home, I was your daughter.
Making love to an old manis like fucking a shriveled cornstalk blackened by mold.
Slide your hand inside my bra.Stroke a red and ripening pomegranate of Kandahar.
How much simpler can love be?Let’s get engaged now. Text me.
I can’t pretend to write their joy or pain, so my landay simply celebrates this unique form of poetry:
Can twenty million women with biting wit be wrong?