Day 25 ... NaPoWriMo / Poem-a-Day 2021

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-a-Day prompt: “[W]rite a thought poem. Of course, my first thought (maybe like yours) is, 'Aren't all poems thought poems?' Well, I guess, but I'm thinking of a poem that captures a thought or random ramblings running 'round your cranium. It doesn't have to be a rambling poem, but that's one thing. Another possibility is having two people share their thoughts with each other and/or NOT share them. Think about it a moment and then unleash your thought poem.” Maureen Thorson’s NaPoWriMo prompt: “[W]rite an 'occasional' poem. What’s that? Well, it’s a poem suited to, or written for, a particular occasion. This past January, lots of people who usually don’t encounter poetry got a dose when Amanda Gorman read a poem at President Biden’s inauguration. And then she followed it up with a poem at the Superbowl (not traditionally an event associated with verse!) The poem you write can be for an occasion in the past or the future, one important to you and your family (a wedding, a birth) or for an occasion in the public eye (the Olympics, perhaps?).” This poem came together really quick, maybe 20 minutes. Merging both prompts with stream-of-consciousness followed by a whispered conversation. Funeral trigger warning: car accident details screeching tires on pavement like tearing silk the shoulder wrenched by the seat belt chest banged against the steering wheel breaking your eye torn from its socket your face crashing through the windshield tearing at your skin like a hundred knives like shark’s or tiger’s teeth your arms flailing in wind the bones cracking as your body pounds the sidewalk the wheels of the car up in the air spinning into black “Boy, he looks good, doesn’t he? I thought his face would be a mess.” “Shh. Keep it down. Yeah, they do a great job here. Good make-up.” “I guess the colored lights above the casket help with the skin tone.” “You know, as good as he looks, he doesn’t seem really alive there.” “That’s what people say sometimes, but Uncle Frank looks natural.” “Well, better him than us. Between you and me, I never liked him.” —Draft by Vince Gotera    [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.] Alan's occasion poem today is a Petrarchan sonnet. P O E M   R E M O V E D while being submitted for publication.   Please come back later. The poem may return at some time in the future. Thank you!   Friends, won’t you comment, please? Love to know what you’re thinking. Thanks! Ingat, everyone.  ヅ

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