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. ![]()
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Wow! This is taking a big gouge out of my life, and I love it, of course. But – yikes – how are you all getting new poems written, and all the rest that life demands – including commenting on fellow napowrimo-er’s poems?
Here’s my # 5 attempt.
http://synecdochicstuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-5.html
viviblake replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 1:15 pm
Wanda, I wish I had written your poem.
I tried – I really did – but my poetry (if I can even call it that) defied every attempt!
remaining nameless
Aurora: http://web.me.com/susansonnen/Susan_Sonnens_musings/Blog/Entries/2010/4/5_NaPoWriMo%2C_Day_5.html
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 4:54 pm
Susan,
I can’t leave a comment on your blog. But I like your poem.
Pamela
Poem for April 5 ~ “Ode to Zoe” ~ http://treasures.edublogs.org/2010/04/05/readwritepoem-april-5/
Wanda, I must admit, I very behind on keeping up with everybody’s work…but trying to catch up! Also, I don’t think dishes will be done this month. Possibly not laundry as well.
(I’m trying to do both this and Script Frenzy. We’ll see how long it lasts before something gives!)
My 5th poem: “First Years” at http://richelledodaro.blogspot.com
Not sure if this was what was meant, but it’s what came to me:
http://sheiladeethdrabbles.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-napowrimo-5.html
Day Five Poem: Coffee Drinking Muse
http://lanijo.com/poetry/coffee-drinking-muse
I love reading everyone’s creations/different interpretations of the daily prompt. Thanks for sharing!
Blessings on your day!
http://bridgeanna.blogspot.com
Day #5 – Her Name is Sorrow
I enjoy reading everyones’ creations/interpretations of the daily prompt. Thanks for sharing!
Blessings on your day!
http://bridgeanna.blogspot.com
There are sooo many good poems to get through!!
Here is my poetry woman. Her name is Nikki.
day five exposure file and forget
Her name: Ash.
http://healingforthehealthy.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-5-make-your-poetry-personal.html
Here is mine for today:
http://mygorgeoussomewhere.org/2010/04/05/transliteration-of-catallus-iv/
Johannes Beilharz replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 4:52 pm
I get a real kick out of trying to picture Catullus writing about Elvis
Dana Guthrie Martin replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 5:09 pm
Don’t you think Catallus was totally writing about Elvis?
One of these days, I swear I’m going to use the prompt!
http://yearofthebooks.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/poem-a-day-day-5/
http://journeytoinspired.blogspot.com/2010/04/poem-5.html
didn’t necessarily use the prompt. a short and simple poem.
and here is my #5
http://waynepitchko.blogspot.com
http://mothersparrow.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/showers/
Independence
and when I looked out the window
I saw that he had sent branches
reaching far across the yard
thick green branches
where there had been sickly brown twigs
just a week before
the tree and I had always been confidants
and I thought it was impossible
this late into spring
I thought his gaunt silence
meant he no longer had faith in me
yet here were his branches
his verdant curtain stretching across the yard
much further and greener than ever before
why I asked him
why not even a sign
how could you have not
trusted me?
he didn’t answer me
he just stared at me
without a sound
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 5:41 pm
Haikujunky,
Nicely said.
Pamela
The Boxer
http://poemsaboutnothinginparticular.blogspot.com/2010/04/boxer-napowrimo-5.html
kagerrr replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 3:18 pm
I wanted to leave you a comment on your blog, but couldn’t. So, I’ll leave it here: your poem is my poetry process every time I sit down (a knock down, drag out fight.) I LOVED it.
AJV replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 5:10 pm
Awesome!
Here’s my loose interpretation of the theme provided for day 5. I took my liberties with it, hope you like it!
http://motherveg.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/napowrimo-prompt-5-make-your-poetry-personal/
….
Here is another NaPoWriMo poem for April 5th: Infinatum…
viviblake replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 3:50 pm
I didn’t understand this much, but the language rolls off the reading with pizzazz. You are so prolific, you put us to shame!
This was a very useful exercise, thank you Mark Stratton.
http://thekitchenbitchponders.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-writing-month-day-five.html
Poet’s Lament
Leave me alone! I’m sleeping!
Have you no manners?
Quit interrupting my conversations with your stupid, childish ideas.
I’ve heard them before.
You bore me!
You’re relentless.
Impatient. Disagreeable.
Hungry for attention.
It’s always about you, you, you.
Nag, nag, nag.
You give me headaches.
Stomach aches.
Migraine, even.
Are you the one that puts the dark circles under my eyes?
Those crop circles that grow while I sleep?
It is you.
You’ve made me cancel plans with my friends.
I’ve ignored my family.
You get inside my head and you bug me, bug me, bug me.
Never satisfied.
Never enough!
You jabber with your nonsense, your cliché’s and your tired couplets, rhymes and similes.
I know what you’re like!
You’re a pain in the brain.
I know who you are.
You’re the poem I haven’t written.
(also at http://1965footprints.blogspot.com)
Richelle replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 4:04 pm
nice representation of some powerful emotions. I’m sure your poem can relate to many of us, nice work.
kolokolchiki replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 4:06 pm
“You jabber with your nonsense, your cliché’s and your tired couplets, rhymes and similes.”
I can so relate to these lines. Thank you!
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 5:59 pm
Marie,
It certainly is an accurate representation of most of our emotions. Good one!
Pamela
Marie replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 9:23 pm
My link wasn’t working. Try this:
Http://1965footprints.blogspot.com
Marie replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 9:28 pm
http://1965footprints.blogspot.com
http://systematicweasel.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-knows-no-tense-poem-day-challenge-4.html
Here is my take on the prompt. It’s a rather interesting idea too.
I rolled this prompt around in my head all day until I got a handle on it, and then this poem came together.
http://kolokoli.blogspot.com/2010/04/nadezhdah.html
Thanks for another great prompt.
I have no idea where this came from!
Here’s my take on the prompt. It’s called He Knows No Tense.
http://systematicweasel.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-knows-no-tense-poem-day-challenge-4.html
For her – something very personal for napowrimo #5.
I will add a few lines from my poem “Penance” about how personal poetry is to me:
…Thus does poetry
take from my hand in rattling coin
the best years of my life. My beloved’s
body and words and particular manner
of spreading honey on bread, these I stole for
poetry. The scent of rhyme, the rhythm
of the soul, the embrace of those who occupy
the tatters of my brain, “nevermore” and “rage
against the dying of the light” beat a staccato
of purpose, of moments when all else fades
but the consuming fire. I fell
in love with poetry. She took everything I have….
I ended up writing another one, off-prompt, responding to today’s release of the video showing US soldiers shooting down 12 people, including 2 war journalists, in Iraq: http://poetry.disorderedcosmos.com/2010/04/napowrimo-5b-i-pay-for-murder/
The Poet Seeks Benefactors
Friends, Romans, countrymen,
Lend me your millionaires.
Greg O’Connell 2010
(after Shakespeare)
Chanda replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 7:26 pm
ahahahahaha, I am going to have to quote that.
gregoconnell replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 7:43 pm
Glad it lightened your day =) G.
“Sestina Fills Out Her Census Form” is here–
http://theresebroderick.wordpress.com
I struggled, but had fun with the outcome:
Poet’s Voice
Here’s my attempt at today’s prompt:
http://memali.posterous.com/530-75
Thought about the prompt off and on all day and finally ended up with this …
http://herwordsbloomed.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-5-make-your-poetry-personal.html
Here goes.
http://avniously.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-prompt-5.html
Mine is called Chiara
As my blog is still in transition to a custom domain, I’ll post my reponse to this prompt here:
Some Day: My Poetry
She peeks shyly around the corner,
her blue eyes rounded.
She takes tentative steps,
wanting to run away yet desiring to remain–
to have her say.
She’s a simple thing–
a Rose by any name,
blushing as pink as her namesake,
budding with promise–
(or so she hopes.)
She looks with admiring eyes
at the Great Ones circulating in the salon,
sipping at stemmed glasses of merlot,
speaking in perfect meter and rhyme.
So wise they seem to her–
so urbane and self-assured,
as they shimmer past her.
She melts into schoolgirlishness,
knobbly knees scarred by clumsy falls,
awkward words twisting tongue and pen,
a mere fan of their fame–
hoping yet fearing she may join
their elite salon
when she grows up,
comes into full bloom–
some day.
Doing NaPoWriMo has me thinking about how we tackle big challenges. This probably isn’t right on the prompt, but it’s what I came up with: Distance.
James Brush replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 5:52 pm
And my weekend micro-poems are on my micro-blog: a gnarled oak.
Still loads of days to go! Excellent! I’m still enjoying this so far, but we’ll see how long that lasts…
http://just-somestuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-5-poetry-as-possession.html
Though my poetry longs to be a bat, I gave in and made it a person. Meet Louise.
http://rustbloommansions.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-five-poem-5-evil-twin.html
The sense of personal kept evolving each time I looked at this throughout the day. But there was never a specific name, or gender. Somehow, that seemed like it would make it less personal. The latest draft: You (in the plural)
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 6:31 pm
Matt,
I would love to leave a comment on your blog but your poem is almost impossible to read because of the text. There is something wrong with it.
Pamela
sarydactl replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 11:36 pm
Matt,
I see your poem just fine.
sara
http://sky-lined.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo.html
the second poem, in person, is for today’s prompt :3 .
A Proper Exit
Can someone please help me?
In my old age I am turning into
A Supernovae, a blazing up – an
Eruption of poetry before my
Light is forever extinguished.
But before that time I am trapped
Here at my computer typing letters
Arranged in the shape of poetry
Poem after poem slides from the
Printer to the floor and I am too
Old and too tired to pick them up
Will someone please look at one
And maybe then I will realize
What I am doing and I will be
Able to make my farewells in
A more appropriate manner?
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 6:35 pm
Mariann,
So very nicely done!
Pamela
My poem, The Bestselling Memoir, can be read on my blog at musetomyeyes.blogspot.com
Day 5’s attempt:
http://marcieaf.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-day-5.html
mark, i love this prompt. i got breasts and mardi gras and a date with my alter-ego, bernadette!
http://caroleesherwood.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/napowrimo-5/
She doesn’t have a name yet.
http://paperdreams-jgc.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-five-she.html
today’s contribution is “gadgetry.”
I loved this prompt! I also love what became of it!
http://eyemachine.xanga.com/724835645/napowrimo-julia/
I got personal, but not in the way suggested by the prompt. Don’t let the title fool you:
It’s nothing personal, but…
Oops… link didn’t come through. I’ll try again
It’s nothing personal, but…
You never know where you’ll end up when you start writing. That’s what happened when I started to write a poem about golf.
http://word-painting.blogspot.com/2010/04/golf.html
Having a hard time keeping up, but still in it!
This is my mother…
http://rrosenchang.blogspot.com
Day 5 Us
http://a-mus-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/us.html
Time for a riddle. Time for a rhyme. The first in a series from my Interactive Poetry Show. Rock concert applause for the first correct answer…
Consumer Riddle
Parts of me are narrow,
Parts of me are wide;
Wherevr you may find me,
I will be outside.
Exactly where I am
It may be hard to tell;
Wherevr you may find me,
I’m always parallel.
I have a line of digits
And I can raise the price;
Wherever you may find me,
Try not to scan me twice.
What am I?
Greg O’Connell 2010
gregoconnell replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 8:04 pm
Wow…sorry about those two missing e’s…wherevr they are!! =) GO
robinamelia replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 8:25 pm
Bar code!
gregoconnell replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 9:16 pm
Take a bow! (More riddles to follow during NaPoWriMo) – GO =)
#5
Make your poetry personal
Poetry
He does not always come when called.
Seems to befriend others easily.
Sleeps during the day, barks all night.
Gnaws at things you love the most
Rummaging through unlikely garbage, he runs.
Sometimes you curse him.
Turns out she calls herself Goldie.
http://daily-yawp.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-5.html
Here is my sad attempt. I’m sick, so it has been difficult to comment and write.
http://survivorscribe.wordpress.com/2010/04/06/day-72-napowrimo-day-5-giving-poetry-a-name/
This was a little stressful for me, but I finally got it together.
http://cosmicmermaid.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/i-am-jennas-rage/
This took me a bit, but once I started, it felt right http://wp.me/pGBCb-11
“Senna”
http://thebooklife.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/4-5/
Can I just say–I am completely stressing out because I want to go read and comment thoughtfully on every single awesome poem that is being posted here, but there are not enough hours in the day.
I think RWP members have had a great start with NaPoWrMo so far!
pamela sayers replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 9:12 pm
Kristen,
I know what you mean I spent almost 9 hours just commenting on this prompt. Because I basically missed the last two because of Easter weekend. I wish there were more hours in the day.
http://eveningpoems.blogspot.com/
“jump”
http://inthemindswell.blogspot.com/2010/04/jump.html
My poetry’s name is Senna, it seems.
http://thebooklife.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/4-5/
These words, my nemesis, broken black ballpoint staining my white page, angering my family who want pretty words and rhyme, what they were taught poetry is and should be. It fights with me when I try to get a “real” job, it drags me down and says what are you doing in this cubicle, in this corporate drone world, you pose, you simper, then you go home and cry. The pen and the page know my true self. Welcome back, they say, we knew you couldn’t stay away long. We words are your childhood, your youth, your misguided love poems, your anger, your joy, sometimes your surprise and sometimes your tears. Welcome back
I don’t think I got quite as personal as “Sasha”, but I did look at the part of me that seems to “catch” the poems…it’s on
http://www.cathymcguire.com
Once again, I’m having some problems submitting a comment here. since it didn’t want to take my weblink, here’s the poem:
You have courage, I’ll grant you.
Few would be willing to stand
as high on the ladder as is humanly possible,
casting your net windward to harvest
the drifting etheric poems, risking
that sudden bolt that toasts you.
Reckless or brave or both
you, my muse, stand apart
from this contentious crowd of characters
who I can barely control, this inner
committee with too many skeptics –
you, Poetry, hang on to your goal
with staunch bravado, tossing me
the gold-winged stanzas with the gesture
of a king tossing coins to peasants.
erindavis replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 11:42 pm
Cathy, I think your poem is so wonderful, and I can so relate to “this inner
committee with too many skeptics.”
Sapphire Spider Eyes
Angeliad of Surazeus
2010 04 05
http://open.salon.com/blog/surazeus/2010/04/05/sapphire_spider_eyes
I sit silent before computer screen
to receive all your voices in my head
then mold your dreams in one jar
that catches rain of sorrowing tears.
Go beyond your first broken thought
and plant your words in aching hearts
so warriors of truth from dragon teeth
spring forth to dance on my grave stone.
See your face as a mask on a ghost
reflected in my sapphire spider eyes.
Complete poem here:
http://open.salon.com/blog/surazeus/2010/04/05/sapphire_spider_eyes
I attempted a return to sonnet form tonight: http://jasonriedy.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/napowrimo-the-fifth/
While sonnets are a nice technical challenge, I need to engage an emotional challenge again.
Jason Riedy replied:
April 5th, 2010 at 9:25 pm
(And I apologize for not reading and commenting. Fell behind over the weekend, and now my network’s out at home. I may just start afresh with reading tomorrow and not try to catch up.)
Here’s mine: http://www.spiritsoflena.com/2010/04/getting-personal-with-poetry.html
Norma – http://bitsandpieces.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post-new.php