Third day. 1 + 2 or 2 + 1 (commutative property). As a "word problem" (remember those from grade school — or grammar school, as some of us called it): one plus one plus one. Trinity. Triumvirate. Triumfeminate. Triumgynate. Triumpersonate. Triumwhateverate. Semper ubi sub ubi, yo!
Day 3's "official" prompts are Robert's "tentative poem" and Maureen's "sea shanty (or shantey, or chanty, or chantey — there’s a good deal of disagreement regarding the spelling!)."
Maureen and Robert, sorry. Cannot do either. So instead, a poem I've had turbulencing in mind for a week or so: a retrospective of 9/11 twelve years later.
A hay(na)ku sonnet. I suppose the hay(na)ku's
9/11 + 12
Just for fun, it might interest you to know that I wrote this a few minutes ago while attending a presentation. Cool thing about the hay(na)ku's smallness
I'd love to hear some feedback, O gentle readers. Comment below? I'd be beholden. Thanks.
See you on Day Four? Ingat, everyone.
P.S. Do you remember the poet Catherine Pritchard Childress who was my writing partner on the blog for PAD/NaPoWriMo during April 2012? The North American Review Blog just published her "The Next Big Thing" self-interview. Go read it
Added 4/19/13: I mentioned above having drafted this poem on a deposit slip. Thought it might be fun for you to see it.
Click on the image to see it lifesize.
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