Day 16 NaPoWriMo Poem based on a photo

The prompt for Day 16 is to choose one of three pictures and write a poem based on it.  Here’s what I wrote based on this photo, chosen from the NaPoWriMo prompt.

 

 

 

 

When I Remember You

your face in shadow, this
double image, your face
two faces one forward, one
away. My fingers would reach

 

to touch your cheek, touch
only the ocean breeze, the light always
behind you, your features in-
distinct. Always at dusk, even

 

your silhouette a blur of black on
purple sky. And I, never quite
knowing if you turned
toward me or away.

 

Carol A. Stephen
April 16, 2012

Day 15 NaPoWriMo Write a Parody

So, the prompt was to write a parody of a well-known poem with a recognizable and distinctive rhythm.  So here is my attempt, based on a poem I had to memorize as a child. It may, however, be more familiar to Canadians…

NSF is a Bummer

Atop the pile of growing bills
The budget payments plan
And all the day collection calls
Are more than he can stand.

Now by chequebook his ways and means
And bank accounts are bled
And as he smacks the pile of bills
Journal’s black turns red

And as he makes his must have list
to feed each hungry mouth
despite his efforts made to pay
Bum cheques are bouncing south.

Carol A. Stephen
April 15, 2012

Day 14 NaPoWriMo 14 Line Doomsday Sonnet of Whimper and Bang

This is a variation of something I wrote for the Poetry for the End of the World Contest. That particular poem was NOT the one that was a finalist.

14 line Doomsday Sonnet of Whimper and Bang

This is the way the world ends/Not with a bang but a whimper.
    – T.S. Eliot The Hollow Men 

Tsesig

Tsesig (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


A whimper of hail, fire, blood, horses.
The white. the red. the black. the pale.
A meditational shatter of rapture, its undimmed variations.
Carpe diem. Read Nostradamus. Revelations. Mayan quarterly.
Aquarius pours knowledge into a virtual jug. quench.
The Age of Pisces ends. bang. Mayan wisdom. 3114 B.C.
(The Spanish churched them into catholics & whimper)
Hotel rooms in the Maya region? No room at the inn.

An example of simulated data modelled for the ...

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Whimpering world_end a smash of asteroid. A perturbation of orbit and bang.
Hadron Collider creates microscopic black holes.
Hypothetical. strangelets. an instant swallow.
The speeding universe inhales every 25,000 years.
Thinking end of world? message: the world will/will not end.
This would mean nothing. Or the Green Party could win a majority.

Carol A. Stephen
April 14, 2012

NO-Comfort Zone Week ending April 16

This week I challenged myself to drive to a Tree Reading Series Masterclass, a  poetry workshop being held about an hour away but across the provincial border to Quebec.

The Canadian War Museum, Lebreton Flats (under...

Portage Bridge Ottawa Canada (Wikipedia)

I am not sure why this caused me concern, except that it was the first time I’d go all by myself, and there are some tricky twists and turns to get into Quebec. Ottawa and Gatineau are separated by the Ottawa River. There are several bridges, each with their own challenges as one tries to find the route to Val-des-Monts.

Rural scene in Val-des-Monts, Outaouais, Quebe...

Rural Val-des-Monts, Outaouais, Quebec, Canada (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

And then, once there, to offer up poems for critique not only to fellow poets, both friends and strangers, but also with the editor of one of Canada’s most prominent literary magazines. This would be John Barton of the Malahat Review. Once again, though, my concerns were quickly put to rest as we all settled in to the work at hand. Our retreat was at the marvelous Lilipad just north of Val-des-Monts, hosted graciously by Lise Rochefort and Adrian Jones. Lise and Adrian (who spent his birthday yesterday doing this: Happy Birthday, again, Adrian!) prepared the marvelous food for the group and the space for us to work. The setting too is lovely, right on the lake, where spring is just starting to share daffodils with us.

But I must say that the knowledge John Barton shared with us, and the quick and easy rapport among the poets far outshines the daffodils, bright yellow as they may have been!  Thanks to everyone for making this a great weekend for my birthday and for National Poetry Month!

Carol A. Stephen

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