Day Seven . . . we end the first week of National Poetry Month, almost 1/4 of the month gone, but 3/4+ yet to go!
 Robert Lee Brewer's PAD prompt: "Take the phrase 'Urban (blank),' replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: 'Urban Cowboy,' 'Urban Warfare,' 'Urban Daydreams,' 'Urban Living,' and so on."
Maureen Thorson's NaPoWriMo prompt challenges us today to "write a tritina. The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line." Maureen gives a sample tritina also.
Okay, here we go. Urban tritina #1.
Urban as You Wanna Be
On late-night TV, 3:07 A.M., Keith Urban
is selling these signature guitars, finished
in Rich Black or Brazilian Burst, with lessons
for 30 songs in 30 days, 6 payments of less than
50 bucks. So you too, whether you’re suburban
or inner-city, can imagine yourself finishing
an international tour on a French or Finnish
or Filipino stage. Be an Idol judge, no less. And
with Nicole Kidman as your personal Mrs. Urban.
Listen, $300 and you finish life an ecstatic Urban!
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
Urban tritina #2.
Urban Confederate
You celebrate a “South”; you base your pride
on “heritage,” selective in your past
and what your flag of choice can mean. Go back,
back to idyllic times, you “rebel,” back
to when a poor white’s only pride was pride
in being white? Where is this ideal past,
past poverty, past hunger, painful past
of bodies broken down, of deep-scarred back
and cough-wracked sickly children? Where is pride
when pride turns someone’s back from truthful past.
—Draft by Thomas Alan Holmes [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
Urban tritina #3.
Urban Sunrise
Every once in a while, it happens:
coal grey sky fades to sickly ash, thin lines
of rose bleed gently across broken gaps
in the horizon, and fire licks at gaps
in the opal moon shadows. This happens,
but rarely. Oftener, dawn breaks in lines
of metallic glow from headlights, outlines
in yellowed window frames and zero gaps
to watch the turning of the world happen.
It happens. Just wait for lines of throbbing watercolor to pierce the night and fill the starless gaps.
—Draft by Sarah Smith [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
Urban tritina #4.
Whining
Urban Fantasy is what, exactly?
It’s more like Magical Realism.
I think. You wouldn’t like it. No one does.
Ignore the self-pity. Everyone does.
And I know my own problem exactly;
I want magic, but with realism.
Escapists just don’t like realism.
Who wants magic AND hard work? No one does.
Well, I do; what would happen exactly?
Realism does exactly spoil magic.
—Draft by Jedediah Kurth [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
Urban tritina #5 . . . 'cause these robots are urban robots, right? Jed‘s second tritina today.
Robot Apocalypse
Robots kill us all? Maybe. But not these.
Mine won’t hurt you. Dangerous? They are not.
Sure, those whirling blades are awful-looking.
Robots stealing secrets, that are looking
For launch codes, or weapons tech? Nope, not these.
What, mine stole your SSN? That’s just not
Important; it’s for laser money, not
To hurt us. Scary robots, unlike these,
For those robots we should all be looking,
But “these are not the ’droids you’re looking for.”
—Draft by Jedediah Kurth [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
Urban tritina #6.
Urban Exploration
Could you run tracks in the briefest of gaps?
Dinghy down a storm drain or lift surf all day?
Then Urbex will appeal to your sense of adventure.
You'll feel like a superhero, battling bad venture
capitalists and resisting the pull of stopgap
career choices and the lull of regular paydays.
Derps° will make you see that doomsday’s °Urbex slang for derelict and ruined places.
here. That each generation’s fiscal adventures
lets mortgages, buildings and people fall through the gaps.
Architecture is articulation and now you'll read the gaps and see the cracks in day-to-day lives, and
cities themselves will become your adventure-playgrounds.
—Draft by Ven Batista [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
Clean sweep, everyone. It's urban tritinas, all the way down!
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Robert Lee Brewer's PAD prompt: "Take the phrase 'Urban (blank),' replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: 'Urban Cowboy,' 'Urban Warfare,' 'Urban Daydreams,' 'Urban Living,' and so on."
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