Day 19 ... NaPoWriMo / Poem-a-Day

Day nineteen. Okay, let’s get right down to prompts. Maureen Thorson: "take a poem that already exists (it could be one of your own), and rewrite it so that each line is the opposite of the original." Robert Lee Brewer: "write a life event poem. . . . such as a wedding, birth, death, graduation, etc." And Andrea Boltwood: hay(na)ku today. Thanks for your props to hay(na)ku inventor Eileen Tabios! Tried to mash up all three prompts. Worked hard at Maureen’s opposites, but nada. Spun out some hay(na)ku, though, that works with a life event. So here ya go, Robert and Andrea. My best shot today. baptism fog san francisco Saint Gabriel morning face peeks out cocooned blanket blue mama and papa dressed to nines simple fur collar dashing gray suit baby eyes squint blanket peeled back drizzle water drops forehead wet cold laughing priest says look at him gazing round like he sees angels through stained glass window sun sparks rose sky blue clear white light —Draft by Vince Gotera     [do not copy or quote ... thanks] No poem from Catherine today, but she's hoping to get back on track this weekend. I'll post her poem for Day 19 here when she gets caught up. Good luck, Catherine! Our featured NaPoWriMo blog today is Fuck it. Cut ’em Up. where Anne Reynolds is serving up wickedly entertaining, fun and strange poems every day. I particularly like her homophonic translation on Day 12. She also responds, very gracefully, to Maureen's prompt today by "oppositing" Rumi. Brava! Friends, we’re inching up on two-thirds of National Poetry Month. Whoa, listen to that — Gotta get up, gotta get down, gotta get off, gotta get funky! — lyrics on the radio just now. Gotta get up, gotta get down,             gotta get off, gotta get funky! Keep up your poetry flash, everyone. Poetry’s everywhere, hay(na)ku all around us. Listen for it! See you here on Day 20. Leave a comment below, won't you? Ingat. Added 23 April 2012: Catherine's poem for Day 19 . . . ======= ======= == === ======== ====== == === ======== ======= ======= == ====== === ====== == === ==== == ========== ==== == ====== ===== = ===== == ==== == === ===== === ====== == ==== ====== === == == === ========== ==== == === === ====== ==== == ==== ==== === ==== == ==== ======= ==== === ==== ===== ====== ===== === ===== ==== == = ===== = ======= === ==== ===== === ====== ======= == ==== ==== === ==== ====== == ==== === ===== ==== === === ==== ==== == === ===== == === ======= ====== == ==== ===== === ======= === == === ==== ==== == === = ===== === ===== ======== === === === ===== === ======= ===== === == ===== === ======= ======== ==== ==== =========== ======== ===== ===== == ==== ===== == == ===== ==== ==== ==== ======== === === ==== === ==== ====== == ==== == ======= === ======= ==== == ===== =========== ====== = ==== == ====== ===== = ======== ======= ===== == === ======= === = ======== === ======= ===== == = ========= ====== ======= === ======= = ===== ======== == ====                         Poem removed for publication purposes. Sorry. It may return at some point. Thanks. —Draft by Catherine Pritchard Childress     [do not copy or quote ... thanks] What a great poem, Catherine. Worth the wait. POEM-A-DAY 2012 • Pick a day in April: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30