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?
Gender associated with land and sea
African American manhood
Chastity as an element of masculinity
Writing, by women at sea
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Fraternal societies on shore
Captains and racial prejudice
Delicacy as an element of masculinity
Transiency of sailors
Poetry of the sea
Victorian ideology of middle class
Dependence as an element of masculinity
Liberty beneath the Jolly Roger
Picture source and article on this female pirate: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Bonny
The prompt for #NaPoWriMo day 12 was to write a poem based on an index. Mine is taken from Iron Men, Wooden Women. Gender and Seafaring in the Atlantic World 1700-1920 (Baltimore and London 1996).
Since female pirates messed with what the world expected from women, I felt this poem should mess with gender too. Every single word comes from the index, except for the title. All the options from the index missed some cheer. This one was a chapter. The poem ends up being a bit weird and I’m not sure I find the result convincing. I enjoyed the writing process though 🙂
The city on fire
Led the exodus
We left Rome, the ancient city
Followed the golden compass
To Perdido Street Station
Only to find a black hole
The Pickwick papers – burnt
Don Quichot – burnt
Me – a black swan
The challenge for day 10 of #NaPoWriMo was to write a “book spine” poem, with the titles you find on your book shelves. Since I wasn’t at home when I wrote this, I had to do it from the top of my head. Which was more difficult than I expected 🙂 I fit in 11, as far as I’m aware of.
Painting By John Martin – Former image source ; current image source  Location : Laing Art Gallery, Newcastle upon Tyne, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=919324