Day Twelve. Headed home from AWP today, a four-hour drive with a van load of students. Good talk of literature and writing. Of craft and good books.
Maureen Thorson's NaPoWriMo prompt today is an exercise: "Describe in great detail your favorite room, place, meal, day, or person. You can do this in paragraph form. Now cut unnecessary words like articles and determiners (a, the, that) and anything that isn’t really necessary for content; leave mainly nouns, verbs, a few adjectives. Cut the lines where you see fit and, VOILA! A poem!"
Robert Lee Brewer's PAD prompt is, "write a damage poem. Since my baby brother is a storm chaser, my mind usually jumps straight to storm damage. However, there’s more than the physical damage created by things like hurricanes, trains, and war planes. There’s also the emotional and psychological damage we inflict, survive, and conceal. The bright side of any damage is that it can be transformed into a poem."
Alan worked today with a childhood memory, combining today's two prompts in a descriptive poem noting neighbors and how they dealt, in construction terms, with the damage of everyday life.
I also worked with something remembered from childhood. Here is my longish description to be trimmed into a poem.
And now here's the poem "found" in the prose above. It's an erasure poem, no lineation. Combining both the NaPoWriMo and PAD prompts, as usual.
Every Year, War
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found poem: when the call came
4 hours ago