Day 30 NaPoWriMo Remembering

Day 30 NaPoWriMo

And now, the final prompt. Artist and writer Joe Brainard is probably best remembered for his 1970 poem/memoir I Remember. The book consists of multiple statements beginning with the phrase “I remember,” including:

I remember my first erections. I thought I had some terrible disease or something.

I remember the only time I ever saw my mother cry. I was eating apricot pie.

I remember when my father would say “Keep your hands out from under the covers” as he said goodnight. But he said it in a nice way.

I remember when I thought that if you did anything bad, policemen would put you in jail.

Today’s prompt asks you to write a poem incorporating at least three “I remember” statements. This invocation of memory seems a fitting way to end our month together.

Good luck, and happy writing

So here is my attempt:

Youths playing the Red Rover game.

Red Rover game Wikipedia

I  Remember Being Ten

I remember the first taste of plums, bitter black
skin shielding  the sweetness in the flesh.

I remember winters in childhood, the temperature  sub zero,
the toboggan swift over snow, slam of spine against hard impact.

I remember the flash and flicker of black and white test patterns that filled
the television screen, dartboard geometrics, Indian head in full dress

I remember street games, the call and response, Red Rover, dibs and eeny
meeny counts, the sewer grate chosen as  first base, impatient warnings: CAR!

I remember Granny:  whispered warnings agains  opening the door to strangers,
Scotch mints in her pocket, her conspiratorial shush, finger firm against lips,

her sensible Oxford shoes.

Carol A. Stephen
April 30, 2012

Day 29 NaPoWriMo Write a clerihew or a Double-Dactyl

NaPoWriMo prompt says: Today’s prompt is to write either a clerihew or a double dactyl. These are brief, usually satirical poems. The clerihew is a four-line biographical poem, with an ABAB rhyme scheme and no regular meter. Here is an example:

Sir Humphry Davy
Was not fond of gravy.
He lived in the odium
Of having discovered sodium.

Double-dactyls are a bit longer and harder, with an extremely rigid rhyme/meter. A double dactyl consists of two four-line stanzas. The fourth lines of each stanza rhyme. But the meter is where it gets complicated: The first through third lines of each stanza must be six syllables, in the form of double dactyls (Stressed syllable followed by two unstressed syllables). The fourth line of each stanza is only four syllables long, with no particular meter requirements.

Finally, the first line of the first stanza is usually “Higgledy-piggledy” or some other repeating non-sense, like “Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake.” Note that both “higgledy-piggledy” and “pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake” are in the double dactyl form! Here’s one I wrote last year:

Higgledy-piggledy,
One Oliver Perry
Drove Brits from Lake Erie
With tactical ease.

Pressed to explain his great
nautical victory, he
laid all the blame on a
following breeze.

If you’re going to be really strict, one of the lines should consist of a single, six-syllable, double-dactyllic word (like “idiosyncrasy”). I didn’t quite manage that (and my meter’s a bit off), but you might!  Happy writing!

So here are my double-dactyls, two of them. The second one is a three-parter:

Michael I.

Higgledy Piggledy
Michael Ignatieff
harries Conservatives
thinks he knows best

Harper, Prime Minister
monomaniacal
refuses to listen
to hacks from the West

*****************

A Double Dactyl World History
from the Dinosaur to the Crusades

I. Ptero

rackety clackety
Cossimo Collini
talked of a fossil as
seagoing bird

but pterodactyl, that
strange flying reptile was
aerodynamical
if somewhat absurd.

II. Andronicus

hankety pankety
Titus Andronicus
wars with Tamora the
Queen of the Goths

Titus kills Alarbus
counterintelligence
tells him Tamora should
now be killed off.

***
III. Lionheart

Knightily mightily
Richard the Lionheart
went off crusading with
Philip of France.

Wed Berengaria
Daughter of Sancho, their
connubiality
mere happenstance.

***
Carol A. Stephen

 

Day 27 NaPoWriMo Nursery Rhyme or Clapping Rhyme

For Day 27 NaPoWriMo asks us to  write a nursery rhyme or clapping rhyme. Most nursery and clapping rhymes have strong rhythms, use rhyme and repetition extensively, and aren’t overly concerned with making sense. If you’re having trouble getting started, you might start with an existing nursery or clapping rhyme and play with its form, substituting words. Hopefully, this will make for a fun and easy way to end your work-week!

Here’s a skipping rhyme and two very bad nursery rhymes:

Slamming with Dragons Skipping Rhyme

I had a little dragon
His name was Silly Sam
I put him in a contest to see if he could slam
He took all the prizes, he ate the youngest judge
He got so full he couldn’t move even with a nudge
Out flew the timekeeper
Out flew the crowd
Out flew the poets from Poetry Out Loud
In crawled the timekeeper
In crawled the crowd
In crawled the poets from Poetry Out Loud

***

Figgerty, foggerty, filk
The cow gives up her milk
The pail is full
The cow stands still
Figgerty foggerty filk

***

Flim flugel flugel, the boy and his bugle
The poet has lost all her rhyme
Her syllable plan didn’t quite scan
And her iams just couldn’t keep time

Carol A. Stephen, April 27, 2012

Carol A. Stephen

Day 26 NaPoWriMo Write an elegy or an anti-elegy

Today over at Day 26 NaPoWriMo, the prompt reads:

“Our prompt for today, however, is not likely to induce smiles. For today, I challenge you to write an elegy. Classically, an elegy is a poem written in response to someone’s death, a poem of mourning and remembrance. Your elegy can be about a specific person, a group of people, a pet, a plant, even an idea. Or, like Anne Sexton, you could try your hand at an anti-elegy. Happy (I think?) writing!

Elegy for the Fragments

Today I mourn for the years
spent on a love one-sided
a love all give, and give again
for eyes closed too long against
reality everyone else could see.

I mourn for the fragments
worn away from the self, worn
down to chafe and inflammation
worn to irritation under skin
worn to grit under the tongue.

Today I give thanks for sight
for insight into the other of me
she who repeats somewhere
below conscious thought
the need for letting go.

Today there is the lightness
of air, the upward flight of birds
one feather falling, a freedom
in the spirit, this window
this new and opening door.

Carol A. Stephen
April 26, 2012