NaPoWriMo Day 19: This is in response to a prompt posted on Twitter by @WrittenRiver. The prompt was “she had wings.”
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This week’s photo was taken by fellow writer C.E. Ayr. Thank you, C.E.!
by Jan Brown
I’d been lost for days in a dense forest. I finally emerged into sunlight, illuminating a snowy white shoreline. Whales frolicked in the crystal waters. It was idyllic! I was filled with a sense of joy and peace.
Then someone called my name….
I awoke in a hospital bed, a nurse checking my vital signs.
“Did someone find me on the beach?”
“Beach? No. You’ve been in a coma for days, ever since your car accident.”
Confused and upset, I slid out of bed and limped to the window.
There, in the mural across the street, was my lost paradise.
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It’s the last day of NaPoWriMo, and we are challenged to examine the way that we begin and end our poems. One way we can do this is to take a poem we have previously written, turn it upside down (with the last line becoming the first), and edit it so that it makes sense.
I chose to do this with the poem I wrote for Day 1 of NaPoWriMo. The original poem started in a place of darkness and proceeded to a hoped-for state of light. Of course, reversing the order gave a different feel. With only a few words changed, the poem now ends by advising the reader not to be afraid of the dark (i.e., pain and suffering). I hope I can follow that advice myself!
I think the poem still retains the essence of hope and healing. If I have learned anything, it is that without hope, we cannot move forward.
as you stand before the gate
she brushes off the snow and makes you beautiful
she carried you in a blithe but urgent rush
to your yearned-for destination
you ascend on angel’s wings
when light has failed you
so welcome the dark
The NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 27 is to write a hay(na)ku. This is like a haiku, but focuses on the number of words and relaxes the usual “rules” of haiku. The form was invented by an American teacher, to be more accessible for her students and easier to write. It’s a stanza consisting of three lines, with one word in the first line, two in the second and three in the third. You can write a hay(na)ku “sonnet” by stringing four stanzas together, and ending with a couplet of three words per line.
Chubby Checkers’ girl
for her lover
and kiss another
swap out parts
swap out hearts
hips will heal
hearts still reel
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?
The NaPoWriMo prompt for April 18th is to write a poem about a rushed delivery of an urgent message.
The NaPoWriMo challenge for April 14th was to write a riddle poem. I’m not sure this is much of a riddle, especially since the answer is in the last stanza—I hope that’s not against the “rules.” Whether or not this addresses the NaPoWriMo challenge, it is something I needed to say. So that, as they say, is that!
I’m a sharp pain
as from a hunting knife
serrated with a hook on top
to grab you
and bring you close
for the final kill
I’m a dull pain
as from a heavy anvil
planted firmly upon your leg
I will weigh you down
while you try to breathe
and stay still
I’m a throbbing pain
as from a pendulum too close
each time your heart beats
you feel me
you know me intimately
you wish you didn’t
I’m your poor, pathetic pain
the pain they ask you to categorize
on a scale of one to ten
the pain they they think
is either dull or sharp, throbbing or still
but not all at once
they pain you know
and they never will
The NaPoWriMo challenge for April 15th was to write a poem that addresses some aspect of itself. So….I’ve written a letter of sorts, to my dear friend, Poetry.
You are my closest ally
As I strive
To understand the pain
And the process of healing
My interim comfort
As more familiar comforts
And the prospect of normalcy
My lifelong companion
Who wants to be normal? You ask
I have to answer, Not me!
So we walk toward the future