Day 13 ... NaPoWriMo / Poem-a-Day 2015

Good morning, everyone! It's Day Thirteen. Time for a good breakfast, don't you think? Something filling yet quick. How about this? Southern biscuit and a couple of thick slices of bacon. Or backfat maybe. Sorry, vegetarians. Okay, on to the "real meat" of today's National Poetry Month activity. Maureen Thorson's NaPoWriMo prompt: "In keeping with the mysterious quality of the number 13, today I challenge you to write a riddle poem. This poem should describe something without ever naming it. Perhaps each line could be a different metaphor for the same object? Maybe the title of the poem can be the 'answer' to the riddle." Robert Lee Brewer's PAD prompt: "For today’s prompt, write a confession poem. For some poets, this may come naturally — confessing feelings, actions, and/or intentions. For others, it may be hard to get personal. That's OK; take on another persona and write a 'confession' for that person, animal, inanimate object, whatever." "Here's a sonnet for today," Alan tells us. "I confess, I read a 2014 prompt for NaPoWriMo instead of the 2015 one, but I think I have managed the 2015 PAD prompt." Witty of you, Alan, nonetheless, / To begin today with the words I confess. Breakfasting Before the sun comes up, the neighborhood lies quiet, only dogs are now awake and barking low as I pass by. I take a route I’ve figured out. Sometimes I’ve stood some moments half awake myself, a good, rich smell of bacon fry, of biscuit bake, unlike my lonely cup for hurry’s sake, no morning family with morning food. Our timing is all off, coordinate commitments, drawn to office, work, and school until our biggest fear is running late for other people. Please resist that pull away from here. Recenter. Let them wait, and share a meal with me until we’re full. —Draft by Thomas Alan Holmes    [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.] Here's my best shot at combining the riddle and confession prompts. Have fun guessing this riddle poem, friends! Morning In blonde sultry mouth, two striped tongues confess, tasty but deadly, seen here. —Draft by Vince Gotera    [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.] Did you figure out the answer? The phrase "seen here" in my little haiku — a senryu, technically, a poem about human nature in a haiku shape — can be taken literally but in a couple different ways. Depends on what is seen and how. Friends, won't you comment, please? You could provide your answer to the riddle. To comment, look for a red line below that starts Posted by, then click once on the word comments in that line. If you don't find the word "comments" in that line, then look for a blue link below that says Post a comment and click it once. Thanks! Ingat, everyone.  ヅ

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