napowrimo #30: leave a line, take a line
by the Read Write Poem Staff
This is it, your last prompt of the month, your last NaPoWriMo poem waiting to be written and put to bed.
In the spirit of 30 days of sharing poetry, we thought it would be fun to ring out National Poetry Month with a giant collaborative line-by-line poem! Consider today’s prompt a little like the “take a penny, leave a penny” dish at the quickie-mart. To begin, help us write a kickin’ poem by contributing a line in the comments section. It’s ok to come back often, just try not to leave two in a row.
Next, because we’re not through with you just yet … you are invited to choose your favorite line as inspiration or a starting point for a poem of your own. Please be sure to give credit where credit is due and attribute your chosen line’s author!
All together now … Leave a line (in the comments section), take a line (to write your own poem).
It’s that easy!
Today, post your favorite poem you wrote in April at the “Get Your Poem On” post, or post today’s poem. The GYPO is waiting for you (it’s a different post, right?). Whenever you are ready; it will stay open for a week.
And don’t forget to go read the poems of others in this wonderful writing community. We’re all in this NaPoWriMo “mess” (ha ha!) together; let’s support each other in the insanity that is was writing (every day)!
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Previous stops include Daniel Romo at his blog, Peyote Soliloquies and James Brush at his blog, Coyote Mercury.
You can find all our plans for the tour here.
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Thanks, Dave, for continuing to help make the community aware of technological resources that can expand our art.
- the latest (virtual) book tour stop for ‘a walk through the memory palace’
February 3, 2010 | 3:53 pmThe latest tour stop has been posted for Pamela Johnson Parker’s debut collection, A Walk Through the Memory Palace. Find out how Daniel Romo responded to the work at his blog, Peyote Soliloquies.
James Brush provided our first tour stop at his blog, Coyote Mercury.
You can find all our plans for the tour here.
- planning for napowrimo in april, and you are invited!
February 2, 2010 | 6:12 pmHello, hello dear Read Write Poem community members! We are in the planning stages for NaPoWriMo. (What? Is that a groan I hear, or an excited exclamation?)
We are planning another prompt-every-day for those folks who love to write a daily poem in April (which is, as most of you know, National Poetry Month in the United States — although there is an international following of writing poetry every day in April, too, so it is not just about the States).
Anyway! This is a call for prompts because we want to run your ideas, one every day, in April. So here’s what to do:
- Prompts must be no more than 250 words, and we will take the first 30 that we receive.
- Include “NaPoWriMo Prompt” in the subject line of your email as well as your username (e.g., the name you use when you log in) so we can match you up with your prompt and give you the link love.
- Email your submission (in the body of the email — no attachments please) to prompts (at) readwritepoem (dot) org!
We’ll let you know when we’ve got the 30, but don’t delay because it takes a lot of time to format the posts and we want to be ready come April Fools’ Day. Woohoo!
- new senior contributors at read write poem
February 2, 2010 | 11:51 amWe are thrilled to announce that Ren Powell and Dave Jarecki are moving into the senior contributor role at Read Write Poem. Both have been writing feverishly for the site, as well as providing ideas for content and for the community as a whole. In short, they make this site a more lively, and better, place.
Ren and Dave will fill the roles vacated by Carolee Sherwood and Jill Crammond Wickham, who have moved into the manager role.
Everyone please thank Ren and Dave for their hard work and commitment to Read Write Poem.
- rounding out the virtual book tour of sarah j. sloat’s ‘in the voice of a minor saint’
January 31, 2010 | 1:53 pmOur last stop on the Virtual Book Tour of Sarah J. Sloat’s In the Voice of a Minor Saint is with Ren Powell. Find Ren’s review at More Babel.
Joseph Harker provided our first stop in December, and you can find David Moolten’s review at Edible Detritus. David’s was followed by Dave Jarecki’s. Dave’s review is at his blog. Find Jill Crammond Wickham’s at Jillypoet: Mom Trying to Write.
In case you missed the introduction, we are (virtually) hosting Sarah J. Sloat’s In the Voice of a Minor Saint. For complete tour information, such as how you can get your own copy of the collection or how you can get involved in future tours, read this post.
- make your own book: get off the computer and onto the paper
January 30, 2010 | 4:19 pmBeth Adams has posted her latest project at The Cassandra Pages. “A Handmade Book” may not explicate all the details of bookbinding, but Beth shows readers the “Secret Belgian Binding.” It’s a beautiful as well as inspiring post.
If you would like more detailed instructions, Google “secret Belgian bookbinding” and find sites such as this one. Or look for a local book arts class for hands-on instruction.
As Beth says, ” … it did me good to get away from the computer and feel my hands at work!”
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A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
(So far we have these, keep it going and grab the whole poem as you go, now. Makes it easier to read and work
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A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
easing memories of last summer’s fires
painting a colorful picture with words
A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment
loving inhibitions caress the clouds
(and here’s yesterday’s, I had a huge essay to write and had no time for NaPoWriMo: http://cassandralee.tumblr.com/post/102007844)
A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment,
blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises.
slow rhythm pounding in my ears
Oops, I forgot to post the whole poem.
Here ’tis:
A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment,
blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises.
Slow rhythm pounding in my ears,
A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment,
loving inhibitions caress the clouds
blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises.
Slow rhythm pounding in my ears,
tears dotting my lashes and trembling in anticipation for the grand finale.
oops…. i meant *grand finale
sounding like dylan singing in some distant gravel pit
(Thanks, cookie-chan, for grabbing Cassie’s line and inserting it! Good job!)
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A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment,
loving inhibitions caress the clouds
blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises.
Slow rhythm pounding in my ears,
tears dotting my lashes and trembling in anticipation for the grand finale.
sounding like dylan singing in some distant gravel pit
A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment,
loving inhibitions caress the clouds
blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises.
Slow rhythm pounding in my ears,
tears dotting my lashes and trembling in anticipation for the grand finale.
sounding like dylan singing in some distant gravel pit
still lingering, echoing
[...] NaPoWriMo Read Write Poem Prompt #30 [...]
A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment,
loving inhibitions caress the clouds
blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises.
Slow rhythm pounding in my ears,
tears dotting my lashes and trembling in anticipation for the grand finale.
sounding like dylan singing in some distant gravel pit
still lingering, echoing
stones roll, times change
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