Three times six days done, two times six to go. Three-fifths of the way through National Poetry Month. Life is good.
Today Maureen Thorson suggests "writing a lullaby." Andrea Boltwood proposes an alphabet poem. And Robert Lee Brewer says, "think of a favorite regional cuisine" as a title and topic, "although the poem doesn’t exactly have to be about food."
Okay, mashing up all three again. My "cuisine" (á là Brewer) is not really a cuisine per se, just a food. A baby food: milk. I admit, it's a stretch. But I do work Maureen's and Andrea's prompts pretty solidly. And also work the hay(na)ku form.
Milk Dreams: Dad Fast-Forwards
Okay, not the best poem I've ever written. But it does fulfill the requirements of alphabetical order and the hay(na)ku. And it even makes sense! Good enough for me today.
Oh, also, since the number of letters in the English alphabet doesn't divide by three, I've used a three-word-per-line couplet as the last stanza, as in the hay(na)ku sonnet. Though, as written, the last stanza could rendered as a regular hay(na)ku:
YabadabooIn other words, have two lines that begin with Y. This grouping did seem clunky to me, finally. So couplet it is, but the ghost of a hay(na)ku is certainly there. More than just there.
Catherine's poem today again plumbs memory: childhood actions and how they impact our lives in the present.
Such a strong closing line: "branded with all I had abandoned, everything that I would find." Would that we each had known that when we were nineteen. Hmm. But then we wouldn't be who we are now.
I'd very much like to recognize De Jackson for her shout-out to me in Whimsy Gizmo. Many thanks, De. Loving your blog.
Our featured poem-a-day blog today is Garage Poet where Carrie Moniz has been posting lovely poems. Look particularly at her beautiful haiku for Day 12. Carrie's a few day behind the NaPoWriMo schedule but she tells me she'll be working on catching up after the weekend.
That's it for 3x6. Hanging in for 3x4 more. Won't you leave a comment below, please? Thanks so much. Ingat.
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