Day Nine. Day Nine. Day Nine. Day Nine. Day Nine. (It helps to be a Beatles fan to get that.)
NaPoWriMo prompt: "I challenge you to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write. This might be because it expresses something very personal that makes you uncomfortable – either because of its content ('I always hated grandma'), or because it seems too emotional or ugly or strange ('I love you so much I would eat a cockroach for you'). Or even because it sounds too boring or expected ('You know what? I like cooking noodles and going to bed at 7 p.m.'). But it should be something that you’re genuinely a little scared to say. Happy (or if not happy, brave) writing!"
Robert Lee Brewer's PAD prompt: "For today’s prompt, write a hide out poem. When I was a kid, we’d build “hide outs,” I guess from our parents or other kids. An assortment of criminals (fictionalized and real) have their hide outs. But maybe there are other hide outs, like a 'man cave,' 'she shed,' or the local pub. Heck, maybe it’s the library. Give it a thought, and I’m sure you’ll find the right hide out poem for you."
Hello, friends. I'm going to start something different today. I had been waiting until we co-bloggers — Alan, Jed, Sarah, Ven, and me — all get done with our poems before posting the finalized blog. By the time all the poems are in, it's usually pretty close to midnight. From this point on, as soon as one of us finishes the day's poem, I'll put out the blog post with that one poem. And then add other poems as they get done during the rest of the day. That way, our various fans will see the poems they're waiting for as soon as possible. Okay?
All right, I'm first out of the gate today. Melding both the prompts. Once I figured out what the scariest line(s) was/were, this poem pretty much wrote itself.
I posted that poem on Facebook also, and Jed wrote this comment: "That is most definitely a 'rampaging across unresisting paper' sort of poem." Jed's own poem for today has a similar kind of slide down the page.
About this Jed says, "Sometimes you think you're done, but feel something still rattling around inside, and you sit and stare at the paper a little longer, wondering. After 'Too,' I thought I was done." Thanks, Jed.
Ven takes on the "line you're afraid to write" prompt, but in an unexpected direction.
Hidden Poem To My Three Children That I Hope They Don’t Read
Alan did the "hide-out" prompt today. He says, "Folks, April is the worst month for teachers, because we are trying to complete a school year, and we wind up with a month loaded with activities, some in preparation for almost a year. There are times when a person would dig a hole only to climb in and pull it down on top of himself or herself, and we all escape as we can."
Alan, I know precisely what you mean. I hear ya. Thanks for the poem.
Finally, here is Sarah's play on the "hide-out" idea.
Interesting take on the sonnet, unrhymed, with a 9+5 rather than 8+6 structure. Thanks, Sarah.
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found poem: when the call came
4 hours ago