April 14, Napowrimo 2026. Today, we are asked to write a poem that bridges (whether smoothly or not) the seeming divide between poetry and modern technological advances. I’m not one for writing “about” poetry or even mentioning it in my work as it irks and leaves me with a sense of self-indulgence and a smatteringContinue reading “Bubbling dreams”
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Walk the wind
April 13, Napowrimo 2026. Today we are to try our hand at writing our own poem about a remembered, cherished landscape. It could be our grandmother’s backyard (did that in Napowrimo 2025), our schoolyard basketball court (didn’t have one of those), or a tiny strip of woods near the railroad tracks (possible). At some pointContinue reading “Walk the wind”
Spring salad days
April 4. Today’s Napowrimo 2026 quest is to craft our own short poem that involves a weather phenomenon and some aspect of the season. We should try using rhyme and keeping our lines of roughly even length. In my spring salad daysBiannually, and without failSeasons signalled change,With revolutionary weather veils. Autumn’s breath would descend,Cloaked inContinue reading “Spring salad days”
Jobsworth
April 3rd, and we are asked to write a poem in which a profession or vocation is described differently than it typically is considered to be. Our poem could feature a very relaxed brain surgeon, or a farmer that hates vegetables. Or maybe we have a poetical alter-ego of our own who runs against theContinue reading “Jobsworth”
What do you see?
Our prompt for today is to use Donald Justice’s poem, “There is a gold light in certain old paintings,” which plays with both art and music, and uses an interesting and possibly self-invented form. His six-line stanzas use lines of twelve syllables, and while they don’t use rhyme, they repeat end words. Specifically, the secondContinue reading “What do you see?”
Broken Moon
April 4. What is life with a painting? That is our subject for today. I love the way our prompts transport me to times and places I had forgotten; this is not a very good one, as in time and place, not the prompt. I bought the print of Egon Schiele’s Woman in Green StockingsContinue reading “Broken Moon”