This user agreement
is a contract between me and you
it applies to our marriage only
By marrying me
you agree to comply
with all the terms and conditions
please read all of them carefully
We may amend this user agreement
at any time by renewing our vows –
separation takes 30 day’s prior notice
If one of us closes our marriage
we will cancel any scheduled or incomplete transactions
we must withdraw all love from our marriage prior to closing it
Both of us will remain liable for all obligations
related to any offspring the marriage produced
#NaPoWriMo day 11. The prompt by Kwoya Fagin Maples is to write “a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions “What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind? If you are a citizen of the “union” that is your body, what is your future “state of the union” address?””. The clashing images of body, mind and state of the union address stood out for me.
My poem takes the contract of marriage rather literally. I took a user agreement, and adjusted it. In a way it’s found poetry… It also fits the deal/no deal prompt at Writer’s Digest I believe.
I had to hunt a poem down to share it with you today. I read it, but forgot who wrote it. But the poem lingered in my mind… Here’s Kathie Haigh‘s take on yesterday’s simultaneity prompt: Tripping over time. I love its high tempo slow motion! When you read it, you’ll understand what I mean 🙂
by Angela van Son
Hope is dead – Please edit me
I am lost – Lay your words on me
I am, ain’t I?
I miss me (on repeat)
I miss me (on repeat)
Scattered everywhere – the peace I never had
Today’s prescription: acknowledgement
Get me out of here, as if your life depended on it
Do you think you can? That’s the question
Rescue me – I’m not worthy
Leave me this way, at the end of the tunnel
Escape half way through my funeral
Einstein was right: love has amazing properties
I’m glad you called – shoot me
at the crossroads/in the name of the father
No more tears → erasure
* Permission denied *
Happy ending/Apocalypse later
You know the end
She lived happily ever after
but who’s counting?
A no brainer
If I look through my archives, it seems that OctPoWriMo 2014 was the first time when I created a poem out of titles. Titles from the blog of fellow participants, or their poems. I wrote it as a hommage, to end my first participation in #OctPoWriMo. I’ve done it again sometimes, during NaPoWriMo. It’s a form of found poetry that enables me to share some of the beautiful words I’ve read.
This one is different: found poetry from my own blog. I tried to work with titles only and no added words. I almost made it 🙂 One of the titles I used isn’t published yet (I miss me), so I couldn’t link to it. During the process of linking up the other titles I found that I renamed She lived happily ever after to Reorganisation. I totally prefer the original title!
The result is a bit of a mess to read. Part of it is meant that way, to represent scattered thoughts, changes of mind, franticness (yes, that’s a made up word). Part of it is not meant that way: links make an ugly read. But I really wanted to link up to the poems that inspired this.
I hope you enjoy reading my contribution to #OctPoWriMo day 22. It’s inspired by the prompt, a hero’s journey. Though that might be hard to tell. I had no energy left for a brilliant title.
A bag of anything
A bucket list of dust
Different shades of luck
The last compilation poem for now. Three days in a row of creating a poem by blog titles and posts of fellow participants in #NaPoWriMo. I might do more later, but I don’t want it to become a gimmick. And I’m behind on some interesting prompts, so time for a new challenge!
You can find the poem that provided the title here.
Roshni the moving finger writes
just another wakeup call
Ride the wave
Unlucky in luck
our mothers and fathers mad heartsmad hearts knew
resilience is a Friday’s fairytale
In the stilly night
The confused angel’s trumpet
blows a night song
(The title comes from this poem by J Luukkonen)
I had such a blast yesterday! It was great to be the featured participant on napowrimo.net. I’ve never had so many visitors on my blog before. It was such a joy to have you visit, like and comment. Thanks to everyone who dropped by.
I also thoroughly enjoyed reading all the bop poems. What a fabulous prompt! I hope to try my hand at it, but not today. I’m still tired from a very long working day yesterday.
I love today’s prompt (alliteration and assonance), but I already had a second poem based on websites and titles of you, my fellow writers (like yesterday’s).
For me this is a lovely way to pay tribute to the gems you create. Again please don’t take it personal if you’re not in it. There are too many beautiful options to use all of them.
I realise I haven’t asked permission, I hope nobody minds that I to linked to their work. If you do, please let me know and I’ll remove the link.
My dearest Grapeling
it could be that
the ordinary average thoughts of us
are but instructions for not living a life
and looking in the mirror
can wipe the thoughts of words
and bring back the glitters of life
Until that annoying voice
of a bad fairy
in the guise of a poet
whispers – again:
A poem is a machine for making
a writer’s fountain
so write, ally, write your
soul structured lines
Once more we are temporary saints
our faith unlocked
bitten by a timorous beastie
Had I but one more day
I’d heal our elusive verse
We have a thing for words
Did you know there’s poetry in your poetry? This poem is based on websites and titles of you, my fellow writers. It’s an ode to your beautiful words.
Please don’t take it personally if you’re not in this one, it doesn’t mean I don’t like your words. I gathered so many beautiful snippets that I have enough for three or more poems I believe. Today’s is just the story that this poem wanted to tell. Please don’t take that story personally either.
I don’t have a clue yet what the prompt is for day 10 of #NaPoWriMo. I’ll be away all day, so I wrote this in advance.
You can find the website that forms the title of this poem here.
Obscure, ancient origins
frames made of wood
bars struck by mallets
made of willow wood
Each bar an idiophone
Wikipedia articles are full of poetry. You just need to wipe out a lot of the words 🙂 Today’s prompt was to write a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle.
You can solve the riddle by taking the title of the poem and substituting each letter with the letter that comes before it in the alphabet.
HIM: Scientific display mode
ME: Alpha entry mode
Converting complex to real
Converting real to complex
HIM: Differential equation solver
Significant digits displayed
ME: Constant entering
affect implied units
HIM: Counters loop structures
Counters negative steps
ME: Immediate entry mode reverted
Arguments go on stack
Interpreting of immediate guesses HALT
ME: the wild card
HIM: the delimiter
I didn’t have a special dictionary (the day 17 prompt) so I used this instead. The only words not coming from the index are him, me, the and the. WordPress has messed with the lay-out, but I don’t know how to restore it.
I’m curious if anybody recognises this type of row?