by the Read Write Poem Staff
We’ve been in the trenches for a few days, and so Mark Stratton says it’s time to get personal! Here’s Mark’s prompt for Day #5:
Make your poetry personal. I mean, it already is, right? It’s thoughts, observations, deep, dark, personal feelings and stories dressed up in pretty words and oblique descriptions. You get it, and some others get it.
Still others see it as something else entirely, which is great, honestly. We have our own set of filters our lives go through, and this influences how we interpret things. It is part of what makes reading poetry fun and interesting for me.
Today, let’s make poetry really personal. Give poetry, as you write it, a name. Possibly a gender. And a personality. A poet I know has written (and continues to write) a series of poems based on this principle, and I shamelessly ripped it off (with permission, of course) and made a poem I called “Sasha.” Sasha is many things, all at the same time, yet all are Sasha/poetry to me.
So it’s your turn. Give poetry — how you view poetry, what poetry means to you, your poetry — a name. Now write a poem suits your view or vision. ![]()
Reminders for everyone
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Sounds fun. I’ll hold on to this prompt while I sleep, and maybe in the moring it will write itself.
Dan Rako replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 12:16 am
Wish I could do that. I gotta get black on white or I can’t sleep.
Meet Joe:
http://www.dansbait.com/?p=150
Evelyn N. Alfred replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 9:19 am
I like Joe. I see some of myself in him.
Jaelle replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 11:05 am
That’s absolutely sweet and Joe has a lot that much of our (amateur) poetry has. Fear of being seen and not seen.
This reminds me of my recent spin in the Vagina Monologues, where in my piece I was “Reclaiming Cynthia”… or that’s what it came to be known through the rehearsals and run of the show.
I’m with Evelyn. I need to sleep on the way I will name my poetry… could shift a lot…. or at least cause a shift in perspective.
A better prompt than yesterday, that’s for sure…
Dan Rako replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 12:24 am
All prompts are equally ridiculous.
Thank God for prompts.
Night, all. Happy Day Five!
How personal are we supposed to be? I mean this could be very you know … personal
Thanks Mark
I find this prompt to be intriguing…
…rob
rob kistner replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 2:05 am
…here is my NaPoWriMo #5 – one poem and one haiku…
no names, but I’ll pick a gender –
http://another2doors.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/she/
I think I probably could have taken this further, so maybe I’ll take another crack at it later. But I kind of enjoyed this one
http://poetry.disorderedcosmos.com/2010/04/napowrimo-5a-lover/
Got me thinking – but I came up with THIS
Jazzy Belle
You are the only woman I have implored
for mercy.
Attempted to gain your affection
through subservience.
Ingenious, petulant Goddess.
Mocking me with your silence.
Kept me up beyond midnight
Chanting abstract words as a summons.
It delights you to abandon me.
My despair whets your feral appetite.
Licking artful fingers with a malicious grin.
This is our sadistic flirtation.
You thankless whore.
Unfaithful in your musings.
Requiring my blood and guts decor your alter.
Idolatry is your intoxicant.
Sip my worship slowly so that it slides
smoothly down your honeyed throat.
Tasting the arcane lies twined in your kiss.
I am impotent against your searing truths.
It pleases you to bruise my ego
& batter my confidence.
I love you despite this torment.
If only to gain your favor
When I write something worthy.
I wait on you, wanton lover.
Return to my bed and these sheets
will burn as the witches of old.
Desires as ancient as Sanskrit
slashed down your back.
Your breathe a Celtic mist
in my ears.
A symphony of one million crickets
against the snare of our hearts.
My tongue circling every cleft.
Until the notes shatter moonlight
and candle wax on parchment.
I thirst for you as the last
tear that falls from your mystic eyes.
Sun rise will find me alone
Consumed after our communion
Thoughts genuflecting at your memory.
The sheets disarrayed carelessly
As my heart in your palms.
You will leave a fire in my belly
& a twitching in my fingers.
I will write you another poem
Always waiting for your return.
Poetry.
http://legacyleonard.blogspot.com/2010/04/naprowrimo-prompt-5-jazzy-belle.html
Marija Sanderling replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 5:59 am
Great work!
Well. I’ve been told that poetry should take risks. So this one:
http://jdmackenzie.blogspot.com/
is about stepping out and taking a big one.
Your work is inspiring me, keep away at it.
JDM
toxi1 replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 4:44 am
This was bloody fantastic! The last stanza was nowhere near as powerful or interesting as the first four tho. But there were several lines that really stood out to me.
None of the safe words work.
high octane cocktail
There is no high like the high
when I unwrap her.
Best lines.
I’m not sure how I ended up with this, but hey, a prompt’s only a prompt:
Examinations of an Alter Ego
Evelyn N. Alfred replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 9:22 am
“Seems even the quietest hobby/needs a stage-”
This line rings true. It’s great Daimler.
I like my response to this one…probably because its personal.
http://vinniekinsella.wordpress.com/2010/04/04/napowrimo-4b-something-like-meta/
poemsotherwise.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-me.html
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 2:26 pm
Jeeves,
Love what you did!
Pamela
Jester
Jester is an easy guy
He’s funny, and witty, and droll.
His mouth is much quicker
Than his brains or his gut
And he doesn’t think twice where he goes.
He speaks his mind
And he tries to make fun
But inside he is sometimes sad
And sometimes he’s scared
And sometimes he’s mad
And it shows in the things he says.
Sometimes he’d like to take back his words
And he stares at them, making a try
But then he thinks, to hell with it
And goes off with a bounce in his stride.
and suddenyl it’s day 5 like it’s no time at all
http://travelsinthefloatingelvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-5th.html
Dayylight saving has ended here, I guess the prompts are now up earlier in the day NZ time. Like others, I will sleep on this one. Couldn’t come up with anything for the inside out prompt, so my day 5 poem is
Fire Eater
“If we were a poem / I would edit the first rush of words, deleting anger…” Read my fifth poem at http://www.gregoconnell.com (Click on NaPoWriMo 2010 in the top menu bar) – Greg =)
I rarely write personal poems.
Here is one.
‘Up Close And Personal’
http://rallentanda.blogspot.com
viviblake replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 3:39 am
A really difficult prompt, because most poetry is personal IMHO. Yours is the first I’ve read that seems really on target. Bravo.
“An Encounter”
http://www.redbubble.com/people/nebsy/writing/4944076-napowrimo-5
Joanne Johns replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 3:48 am
Love it
Matt Quinn replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 10:40 am
That’s a great poem!
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 2:21 pm
I can’t seem to leave a comment but I love your poem
Pamela
Marie replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 4:25 pm
Perfect.
Kayin Wong replied:
April 6th, 2010 at 12:07 am
Ha!
Introducing: Penelope
This is as personal as it gets!
What is it like to be seventy?
Inside it’s exactly like twenty
But outside, oh dear,
The shape of my rear
Has gone in for a career
Of its own.
My face is all lined
Some people are kind
And tell me I don’t look my age.
I know that’s not true
Just their point of view
In order my grief to assuage.
My hair is so white
That it doesn’t seem right
To think of myself as a girl.
How could I think that
I’ve become rather fat.
How sad that my youth has now flown.
derrick replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 8:27 am
We can see that twenty year old still peeping out!
viviblake replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 8:48 am
Through strong varifocal specs, amazed that she’s still around!
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 2:29 pm
Vivi,
This poem made me laugh. Love the part about your rear.
Pamela
Confession is good for the soul
A squeaky old pram
with a peeling brown hood
stops at the greengrocer’s shop.
Gleaming apples are piled outside,
temptation beyond resisting.
A hand reaches out,
picks a plump rosy fruit.
Crispy crunch as I bite
into tasty sweet juice
then the hand goes out,
puts the fruit back to front
on the pile.
The pram moves on.
A pert little girl,
all ringlets and bows
lies on the table and waits,
as fancy white boots
with buttons each side
are put on her feet
that are crossed:
right boot on left foot
and left boot on right.
The harassed young mum
weeps in frustration
then laughs at the sight
of the twinkly eyes
of her mischievous child.
Too many adjectives
are my besetting sin.
Linda replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 7:10 am
I really liked the second one. The idea of the child (you, I take it?) biting the apple and putting it back made me laugh out loud.
Off-prompt, (I’m actually trying to give myself a few prompts ahead, because of the time-difference), Secret Music.
ok, here’s something I did: http://disorder1313.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/saxophone-discard-your-human-inheritance/
Thanks for the prompt. &
all the inspiring poems (wish I could read them all!)
Here’s mine:
http://culdesaccastaways.blogspot.com/2010/04/nectar-and-fruit-availability-thank-you.html
…here is my very personal NaPoWriMo #5 — stop by for a visit, set a spell , and have a read…
Now sleep!
NaPoWriMo #05 Christopher’s pen
I cant believe how excited i get now coming over here to see what the new prompt is!! LOL
will work on this tonight before bed
xxsm
She’s got no name but I’m gonna Kill That Bitch just the same.
SIDE NOTE (Serendipity): I just noticed I posted my poem for April 5th at 5:55. Do I get some sorta prize for that?
Meet George.
http://melrosemusings.blogspot.com/2010/04/george-napowrimo-day-5.html
I.AM.POET
http://redshoepoet.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-challege-5.html
My day 5 poem from the day 4 prompt is on my blog http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com
My writing habit is to get something on paper; sleep on it; re-write it, then post.
I’d just like to say thank you for all of the positive comments on my blog; I really appreciate it and it is keeping me going. I try to visit everyone who has visited me and then some others. I can’t believe how many people write poetry – it has always felt a solitary activity to me untl now.
Day 5 at http://alienfireworks.blogspot.com/2010/04/name.html
http://triatriatria.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/dear-poetry/
Poetry’s Name
viviblake replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 7:50 am
Lovely.
I took this prompt and went in a slightly different direction. I was a little out of my depth with the prompt so I read many others’ poems which were sooo good, that this was my response: Obsession
http://poiesis3.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-day-5.html
This is a quickie.
half longings
I loved this prompt! You can find my poem here.
Mallery replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 8:20 am
Sorry I forgot to say, email me at malleryk [at] gmail [dot] com if you need the password for my poetry posts.
Thanks for the prompt Mark, here’s mine: I Hate Poets
viviblake replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 8:57 am
The shape of this poem is intriguing, as is the mysterious Natasha. Apart from learning that she drinks only tea, I know nothing about her, and would like to know more. But you cannot be serious about hating poets, can you???
Hi folks,
You can read or listen to “A Photograph Of Lenny” here:
http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/05/poem-a-photograph-of-lenny/
Inspired by Lenny Bruce.
All the best,
Jason
Fun one. Here is Madame Poetry:
http://caraholman.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/2010-naprowrimo-5/
viviblake replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 8:58 am
wonderful. Definitely fun.
1/6 of April and NaPoWriMo past.
Posted my poems on Facebook and here:
http://dash30dash.ning.com/profiles/blogs/day-5-napowrimo-2010-write-a
Keep writing.
May
A low hum stirs current through digital bazaars.
She finds perly eggs hatching software lives.
An old man is portrait hacking, making faces.
But she is collecting words to make pulp jewellery.
She passes a flour garden with forgotten cake statues
and a friendly bird making wire conversations.
Nothing here today.
http://crankymango.blogspot.com/2010/04/may.html
This prompt was really fun!
http://thegoodtypist.blogspot.com/2010/04/living-with-poetry.html
Evelyn N. Alfred replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 11:20 am
If you are searching for a good poem to read, try Kristen’s.
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 3:40 pm
Evelyn,
You are kidding.
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 3:42 pm
OMG I meant you aren’t kidding. I have got to be the world’s worse typist.
I got real personal with someone else’s name.
Eva
A jolt, upright as the burnt, my whole body
a straight salute to the familiar stranger’s tongue,
its tip fits the bullet hole of my father’s gun,
circles the eye of it branded on my chest.
Spread, my sex an eagle between my legs,
a brush of feathers where it had been talon and claw.
I felt it soar into sky silt blue as tattoo,
pick parts of Berlin to make our nest.
We could lie here now it was done, limbs tangled swastikas,
bones crooked across keyholes of blood on the sheets.
Under our uniforms, we are almost silver,
mine a blonde with a pretty face and understated way
of printing a lipstick seal on his hips, his more apparent
a fingernail traced feint signatures of veins on my breast.
I cupped the bombs between his legs, something bowed
to my touch, softly warm as scalp under a helmet.
In my hand, white came again, steady as a negative
of charred paper, semen surrendered in a wash
of warm rain over the heads of pale marching men.
I never would have thought to name my poetry:
Filbert T. Gibbet
My effort:
http://poemblaze.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/rwp-napowrimo-5/
I’m not quite sure what this says about my mind and the way my studies have shaped me. Nevertheless, http://rhiannonproblematising.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/napowrimo-5-if-my-poetry-were-a-person/
I’m beginning to see more possibilities for this prompt, and may try again, but for now, here’s my befuddled clementine
Well, it didn’t go very well, but I ended up with this: Delphine (The Mystic’s Tale)
My poem for day 5!
http://estherpoyer.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/thats-amore-apparently-poem/
Here’s my Day 5: http://dance-of-words.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-rhyme-no-reason.html
I’m gonna sleep on this prompt and use it for tomorrow (unless something else comes up =D)
http://sadiespoems.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-poetry.html
Hi all –
I’m off prompt again today, so that I can make my RL writer’s group deadline.
The Mermaid Sees the World
This was a fun one. Thanks to Elvis Costello. I hope you enjoy, Veronica.
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474978152804
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 4:17 pm
I like this.
Pamela
http://metaphysicworld.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/annedesiree/
I did dream on the poem I thought I would write for this prompt, but the dream didn’t match what I actually wrote. Poetry has a mind of it’s own.
Poetry, She Has Many Names http://goo.gl/fb/XCuU8
Link to poem(s)
http://bygraceandfaith.tumblr.com/
My poem for day 5
Storm after the Calm:
Everything spinning
fast
breathing with the rhythm
changing every moment
every second
no time to stall, think, plan.
When you know what your facing
you survive and cling
to the hand, the branch, the life force as you spin
fast
and spin.
The storm is close
you are in it
See it approaching
the darkness spreads
fast
can’t hear yourself think
or feel
as you go towards an unknown destination
until your there
ready to fight, staying in flight
survive.
then the calm.
Grateful, thankful, lucky
Storm is over as clouds settle and
silence is heavy
so you can hear yourself think
feel, sleep, your real.
Slow
you can see the pieces scattered
still lying there
reminding you:
there was a storm that passed by here.
Lie down and try to sleep
so slow, so silent
but you can’t say what is the truth:
More scared then before.
Terrifying silence; slow and calm
deafening sound of simple
Your body remains ready to take flight
Waiting for the inevitable;
the storm after the calm.
I think I posted my other poems wrong, posted them as my first name without signing in…but all of them can still be found at my blog
http://bygraceandfaith.tumblr.com/
Sophia
http://nothinghypothetical.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/sophia/
It is 9 am…dreams are over….now to get really personal….taking off the mask
here is mine: http://teapartiesonneptune.wordpress.com/
actually, here is mine: http://teapartiesonneptune.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/my-cavewoman/
http://www.robertlunday.net/2010/04/poem-5-sitting-in-my-chair.html
Well I can’t believe I am actually back for day #5. You’ll find mine here.
http://flaubert-poetrywithme.blogspot.com/2010/04/lovers.html
I like reading everyone’s poems and seeing their blogs almost as much as writing my own! Thanks everyone for some great poetry and blogs!
Here is my poem for Day 5 -http://umaathreya.blogsome.com/2010/04/05/the-muse/
One of the most personal things I can thinking of is my forgetfulness. Here is a poem for NaPoWriMo #5 prompt called “I LOST MY GPS”
http://www.BabblingOnInBabylon.com/Blog
Dan Rako replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 2:43 pm
Mark, your link is a bit off. I found the poem, though. Rather liked it, too!
Dan Rako http://wwww.dansbait.com
Mark Lysgaard replied:
April 6th, 2010 at 1:06 am
Thanks, Dan. I think I fixed it. Should be:
http://BabblingOnInBabylon.com/Blog
Thanks for stopping by!
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 4:34 pm
Mark,
I can’t link to your poem.
Pamela
Mine is Miguel.
http://bit.ly/cO1jaB
The Significant Other
You are a high-maintenance little bitch,
always talking in my ear as I fall asleep,
a nit-picky attention whore,
running words through my head.
I pick one, then you demand better.
You are a colicky baby, even moonshine
won’t shut up, that pulls me like a static
sweater pulls at my hair.
I can only feel you at the root.
I question if this is a bad marriage
I stay in for the kids we don’t have,
if want should hurt like a fever.
You are such a torrid drug. I am a junkie,
without need for intervention.
I am your parasite.
Marie replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 4:21 pm
Excellent. I have these sentiments too (and tried to describe them) but your poem is more raw, more tactile. Love it!
JennMcD replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 9:37 pm
Very nice. I can definitely relate. Thank you!
My name is Day 5 poem.
http://tinacelio.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/poetry-personified/
Okay – so I couldn’t find the name, but definitely found the gender!
http://mylineofwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-5-my-tiny-dancer.html
My poem? Her name is DELILAH.