Day 6 NaPoWriMo and my 100th post! An Elephant poem

So today’s prompt is to write an animal poem, incorporating some factual material. This prompt coincided with a forward from a friend about elephant rescue, and the link at NaPoWriMo to elephant facts. Besides, I have always had a special fondness for elephants, ever since childhood, when my favourite was a stuffed elephant, not your usual stuffed bear. I remember the little lullaby it played. And I remember my mother washing it to clean its dirty white, only to have it turn pink when the dye from its  red parts ran in the water (what WERE those parts? I can’t remember that now!) I had written an elephant poem draft awhile ago, which I have incorporated into a new draft today.

Elephant, Okovnago Delta, Botswana, Africa.

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Giant of Africa

This cumbersome beast brought low behind zoo walls
gazes at gawkers with a sad wrinkled eye. A solitary grief.
Perhaps he mourns his lost savannah, his herd back home,
too far distant to hear his low-frequency laments.
Instead, his growled rumble greets captive companions,
gathered at shared water source, rubbing each other
with tender affection, their raised trunks in salutation,
or gentle tusks left or right, whichever each may favour.

While he grazes on grass, lunches on leaves, teases down
his feast of twigs, bark and seed pods, he remembers
days of freedom, years of circus dancing, just another
trained bear, driven by animals of lower intelligence.
Though equal in cortex and neuron, his human master
inferior in self-knowledge and compassion.

Imagine altruism in this giant of Africa. What fear twists
in the human mind that allows us to torture and degrade?
We poach him to extinction, stand motionless as
the majesty of Elephant fades into natural history—
one more once was.

Carol A. Stephen

Carol A. Stephen

April 6, 2012

NaPoWriMo Day 3

 

 

Carol A. Stephen

 

 

 

Today we are to write a wedding poem, and it’s supposed to celebrate the wedding, I know. But I just wasn’t feeling quite that way:

 

Un-Epithalamium for an Unwedding

There could have been a wedding.
There was a certain meeting of the minds,
both living in worlds of word and rhyme,
a hum of language, clever tongue riffs.
We might have written our collaboration poem,

1893 wedding

1893 wedding (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

a later-life unfolding, celebration and ceremony,
a song in the key of nurture and safe haven.

There could have been a wedding.
There were painted wooden roses,
two plain gold bands, the dress.
The list of guests was ready,
the invitations bought.
There could have been a wedding.
There was not.

Carol A. Stephen
April 3, 2012

NaPoWriMo 2012 Day 1

Well, today I combined the prompt from Poetic Asides’ PAD challenge to write a communication related poem with NaPoWriMo’s triolet challenge. I will be the first to admit my triolet skills are rusty indeed.

End Notes

These words must say what there is left to say
to end this thing that changes love to hate.
At start who’d know that we would see this day
these words must say what there is left to say?
Such trite regrets and sorrow and dismay
we’ve left so little now it is too late.
These words must say what there is left to say
to end this thing that changes love to hate.

National Poetry Month Writing Challenge 2012 NaPoWriMo

 

I haven’t officially registered this blog as a participant, as I am not sure that I will be doing the challenge this month, but I wanted to note it to any of you poets out there who may not be aware, and might be interested in participating yourself.

You don’t need to register to participate. That’s of course up to you.  But there are some great writing prompts over the course of the next 30 days, going by the ones from last year. I got a lot of good drafts to work with.

Work titled "Machine For Writing Poetry&q...

Work titled "Machine For Writing Poetry" by Rita Boley Bolaffio circa 1953. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Here is a link to the website: http://www.napowrimo.net/

I thought this artwork interesting; looks like some of my poems in progress…lol

 

Carol