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Photo Friday and #NaPoWriMo Mashup.

Today’s Challenge: write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. It can be long or short, rhymed or not. But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. You can use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times). So here’s the original, a…

OFOTW and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Today’s challenge: write a “pastoral” poem. Traditionally, pastoral poems involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields, but yours can really just be a poem that engages with nature. One great way of going about this is simply to take a look outside your window, or take a walk around a local park. What’s happening in the yard and the trees? What’s blooming and what’s taking flight? Daffodil Dance Deep birth from mothers warmed. Twirl hearts, sway heads, shake-a-leg Sunshine, Death pushed aside for life reborn, Yellow, white and green. Pink, rose, and aquamarine. Forever New and Old juxtaposed, Lessons of Hope…

Gratitude Monday and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Today is gratitude Monday and it’s still April.  So another Mashup.  Today’s challenge: write a poem that states the things you know. For example, “The sky is blue” or “Pizza is my favorite food” or “The world’s smallest squid is Parateuthis tunicata. Perspective The weather wafted warm and pleasant, Daffodils sturdy and still standing wiltless. Squares cut waiting, beg to be quilted. Yard work complete, at least for the present. Two lone tulips bud bright red with promise. A dozen query letters, some advice,  Interred with Their Bones, GREAT, to be honest. Two kind rejections. Really. It’s nice. Much closer to success than yesterday. A…

PhotoFriday and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Today’s challenge: (well, it’s actually yesterday’s challenge) write a “social media”-style poem. Namecheck all of your friends. Quote from their texts, tweets, FB status updates, twitter accounts, and blogposts, and the back of the cereal box on your breakfast table. The poem is about you and you are about what you say, think, talk, eat. You might end up with a poem that seems bizarrely solipsistic (like the internet itself, maybe?), but there might also be a spark there of something live and fun and present (like the verbal equivalent of a really great animated cat .gif). I hope my…

OFOTW and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Today’s challenge:  write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e. “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”) This might seem a little meta at first, or even kind of cheesy. But it can be a great way of interrogating (or at least, asking polite questions) of your own writing process and the motivations you have for writing, and the motivations you ascribe to your readers.

This seems impossible.  Oh well, What’s a challenge, without a challenge. First the outfit. I’m ready to go to my ASQ leadership meeting. I love these giant snaps on my favorite blue blazer.  If anyone has tips

STEM Tuesday and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Believe it or not, the subject of my poem came to me as I pulled into my driveway yesterday afternoon.  Well, Laurel helped out a little by writing a poem about the Kliedescope unfolding of her lilacs.  My lilacs still look like winter-dead sticks. Today’s challenge: write a poem that takes the form of a dialogue. Your conversant could be real people, or be personifications, as in Andrew Marvell’s A Dialogue Between the Soul and the Body, or Yeats’ A Dialogue of Self and Soul. Like Marvell, and Yeats, you could alternate stanzas between your two speakers, or perhaps you could give…

Gratitude Monday and NaPoWriMo Mashup

Today’s challenge: write a riddle poem. This poem should describe something without ever naming it. Perhaps each line could be a different metaphor for the same object? Maybe the title of the poem can be the “answer” to the riddle.       Scenes from a Spring Tornado Green Ferns sit on porches, Yellow Jonquils bop merry, While Sky Lightning torches, Purple Hyacinth waft eery. Questions, Frets, and phone calls alert, Swirling and Dipping and Touching down. Some: Pray, Relief, Fears avert. Begin again, out and up from under the ground. Okay, it might be a bit hard to see the…

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