Post Na/GloPoWriMo 2019

I started this blog in 2014, to participate in National Poetry Writing month.  After meeting that challenge, I continued to write sporadically, then more frequently, and, finally, almost consistently for the next five years.

Well, National/Global Poetry Writing Month 2019 has come and gone, and once again I have met the challenge of writing a poem for every day of the month.  I actually managed to meet the daily prompt of Maureen Thorson at napowrimo.net 24 times, with 51 posts and 55 new poems – including 14 haiku/senryu/tanka and 3 haibun.  There were several new forms for me:
          • abecedarian poem
          • cento
          • list poem
          • meta poem (probably not my first)
          • sonnet
I posted 2 video poems and I tried something different with 3 poems that included audio recordings.

As usual, I enjoyed reading the prompt responses from other poets at napowrimo.net, reading as many as possible. Thank you to all who read my poetry this past month and especially to all who commented.

Ken G.

Whispering

Whispering

The prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 30 is to write a minimalist poem. I probably write more haiku than anything else, but I’m going to take a different route with this. I’ve taken a poem that I wrote 18 years ago, “The Love You Share,” and changed it, first by rewriting it, then reducing it in stages, until it’s a senryū, and then just one word.

The Love You Share

The moonlight, seen through your lovers eyes,
While holding hands under starry skies.

A gentle whisper that none will hear,
Except the lover that you hold near.

A tear that lies just above your cheek
And dries when you hear your lover speak.

A smile on your lips each time you take
A moment to watch your lover wake.

All this will be yours, for this I know:
The love that you share will make it so.

~~~~~

Born of a Whisper

Looking upon the moon reflected in her eyes,
he is overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.

Leaning closer as he holds her hand,
he strokes her soul with a gentle whisper.

A tear at the corner of her eye is poised
to fall, slowly drying as he speaks.

Born of a whisper, the bond that joins
their hearts is stronger than any word.

Lying beside him now, she smiles softly
as he stirs, reliving that first whisper.

Every time he wakes, her smile and gaze
assure him of the love they share.

~~~~~

Whisper

a bond is born of a gentle whisper
that strokes her soul

a flood of emotion brings tears
soon dried by the words

echoes stir her emotions
each time she sees him wake

remembering that first whisper

~~~~~

Whisper

a gentle whisper
strokes her soul,
echoes forever
as a bond is born

~~~~~

gentle whisper
echoes forever
bonding souls

~~~~~

whispering

Image source: giphy.com (edited here)

 

Acceptance ~ with audio

Acceptance

All of life is change. To deny so
is a mistake too often made.
We recognize growth in our children.

Why not so in ourselves?
Opportunities arise. Tragedy strikes.
Each has the potential to affect our attitudes,

our outlook on life, those effects
trickling down so that we are not
as we once were, who we once were.

I have not embraced my change, and stumbled,
recovery coming only after acknowledging
that the product of that change is who I have become.

The prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 29 is to write “a poem that meditates on an emotion you have felt powerfully.” As suggested, I’ve opened with a declarative statement.

moving furniture ~ tanka

moving furniture
one home becomes another
starting to rain
hopes for lower pollen count
answered by spotty weather

Another busy weekend starting with helping my daughter with the above, so this is an early post for me and quite off prompt for Day 27 of NaPoWriMo.

 

 

Beauty No Less

 

Beauty No Less

The light that filters through
sycamore leaves, golden
these October days, glitters
on the waves beside my boat.

A light breeze rustles
the leaves, their scent mingling
with that of nearby oaks
showing just a hint of red.

Just as the honeyed tea
passing over my lips refreshes,
so, too, does the cool water
trailing over my fingers.

And what of those leaves, dry,
yet not, as they fall and settle
on the water? Is their beauty any less,
now, than in their green spring glory?

The prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 25 is to write a poem that:
               • is specific to a season
               • relates to the five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
               • includes a rhetorical question

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