Higgledly Piggledly

Day 22  - We are in the waning days of NaPoWriMo. It’s Friday, a day for a fast little poem. And so today I encourage you to write a short, satirical poem. Perhaps a double dactyl, or “higgledly piggledy” poem.

Higgledly, piggledly,

time is so squiggly.

Fall from its cadence

made by mere man

and all of your bosses

will fly through your hands.

Not April

NaPoWiMo - Day 21- Today,a special poetry prompt. Poet Danielle Pafunda, has organized a cento contest. What’s a cento? It’s a poem composed entirely of lines from other poems. All day today, Danielle will be tweeting lines from various poems. Use these lines to compose a new poem.

Not April

This is not April and the magnolias

let silence drill its hole.

How fibrous and incidental it seems.

In the glaring white gap

each letter a cameo appearance, each one a treaty,

each one a place where plutonium safely resides,

disappear, emerge, twitch, reverse course,

while all the wild protected liminal woods,

obscenely jewel-toned, obscenely neck-like

implicit with stars in active orbit.

To open your tiny beak-mouth,

that looks as if it would never open.

A hundred times consider what you’ve said

there are sad beds wide enough for planting.

Night Ghazal

NaPoWiMo -

Day 20 - Today, let’s try writing a ghazal.  Ghazals are an ancient Persian poetic form, and they are a good way of trying to let go of prose-like sense when writing poems. Ghazals are composed of couplets – about five to fifteen, so they’re short. But that doesn’t make them easy! The first couplet of a ghazal introduces the theme, which traditionally tends toward longing, erotic or otherwise. Both lines of the first couplet end in the same rhyming word or phrase. Then the second line of each succeeding couplet uses that rhyming word or phrase as well. Traditionally, you’re supposed to include your name, or a veiled reference to it, in the poem.

Ghazal

Amid morning light I yearn for the night,

Creativity and mystery lives for the night.

Others reach to the day, fear what appears black,

but I find comfort as I lean for the night.

Poems, paintings and vision and are small in the day,

yet stay strong and bright, alive for the night.

When will the world awake to these dreams,

which haunt the rose ones who wish for the night?

The earthlings are troubled and restless alone,

Come join in the life which lives for the night!