napowrimo #9: your mission
by the Read Write Poem Staff
Read Write Poem member Robert Peake has shared with us a prompt he used recently with one of his established writing groups:
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to:
- Use at least twelve words from this list: flap, winter, torch, pail, jug, strum, lever, massage, octopus, marionette, stow, pumice, rug, jam, limp, campfire, startle, wattle, bruise, chimney, tome, talon, fringe, walker;
- Include something that tastes terrible;
- Include some part (from a few words to several lines) of a previous poem that didn’t quite pan out; and
- Include a sound that makes you happy.
Write a poem!
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His first mission in the wild wild wild – well, it’s flash fiction – or prose poetry at best, but what to do when you’re on a mission in the wild wild wild?
Here is ‘Sad Tale Of The Beautician’
http://umaathreya.blogsome.com/2010/04/09/sad-tale-of-the-beautician/
This is my second offering for this day. A precise, and extremely sobering response to the Robert Peake NaPoWriMo day 9 prompt: That Moon
Bit of an epic today…
On Becoming A Songwriter
Yet another excellent exercise. I used most of the words, and didn’t get the taste in, but what I did use was more than enough to get a poem out of, so it’s done its job as an exercise for sure!
http://just-somestuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-9-family-waits.html
How a poem gets made: http://poetry.disorderedcosmos.com/2010/04/napowrimo-9a-how-a-poem-gets-made/
vivienne Blake replied:
April 9th, 2010 at 2:33 pm
An object lesson in displacement activity. Bravo!
Here’s mine: at http://1965footprints.blogspot.com
titled “Gossip”
This is difficult. Perhaps I take it all too seriously.
Prompt 9
http://synecdochicstuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-9.html
This prompt worried me at first, until I remembered a painting that hung on the wall in my great grandparents’ home when I was small. You can find the painting “Found” and the poem “Montana Spring” at http://bridgeanna.blogspot.com
Blessings on your day!
What a workout! Still, it might have been more difficult, if I hadn’t recently gotten food poisoning from eating octopus in a restaurant. There’s a bright side to everything, I guess. Here then, is “Twelve Words”:
http://caraholman.wordpress.com/2010/04/09/2010-napowrimo-9/
Ok, I seriously did not like this challenge (at all) or the “poem” that resulted from my go at it. But, got to post, so here it is:
http://rrosenchang.blogspot.com
That was a tough one. I didn’t know six of the words that were given (I’m not a native speaker) and had big problems to string them together. Anyway, it’s almost 11pm now, so out it goes. The sound I love is the sputtering sound of fire and the taste… well I guess brimstone is nasty enough. So there
Constructive critique very welcome.
The campfire is burning
it singes the rug
the wattle is sizzling
and warms the cold jug.
He sits by the campside
a tome on his lap
he studies the signs and
he’s making a map.
Winter is bruising
the last autumn’s crop
a threat of cold darkness
with first snow’s soft drop.
This isn’t a season
as seasons have been
immortals have fought us
as so far unseen.
The air smells of brimstone
and pumice is thrown
on earth and on water
like pieces of bone.
Humanity broken
in ruins the land
from goddess forsaken
and hurt by her hand.
Preparing for battle
he gathers his facts
he plans out the tactics
a play in four acts.
Recruiting, and arming
and training in fight:
in magic and combat
in weapons and flight.
His dark coat is flapping
from shoulders to fringe
the cold wind is burning
his old scars to twinge
The flickering torch
makes a sputtering sound
and he looks at his people
that are gathered around.
A ragged assortment
with eyes panic wide
they fight for survival
they call him their guide.
He plays out the prophet
he tells them the lies
that they want to hear now
before someone dies.
And after the battle
who knows what will be
destruction and losses
or time to be free.
He limps back inside then
and lies on his mat
in times that are trying
we will take what we get.
Evelyn N. Alfred replied:
April 9th, 2010 at 6:53 pm
You made it look easy, Jaelle. Your poem is musical.
Jaelle replied:
April 10th, 2010 at 2:38 am
Thank you! *beams*
If you happen to know Harry Dresden (by Jim Butcher) I was thinking of him.
Johannes Beilharz replied:
April 9th, 2010 at 7:23 pm
You turned the mission into fun
Jaelle replied:
April 10th, 2010 at 2:40 am
Thank you so much!
It was fun in the end. I was thinking of Harry Dresden (by Jim Butcher). Maybe you know the books.
here’s a second one:
http://caroleesherwood.wordpress.com/2010/04/09/napowrimo-9-2/
My response was titled “How to Catch and Octopus.”
http://healingforthehealthy.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-9-your-mission.html
Here’s my response. I found this one VERY hard. But I couldn’t resist the Mission Impossible allusion:
http://poiesis3.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-9.html
Thanks for the challenge – I loved the way I had to think about the words, and use my imagination.
This deserves a better title, leave suggestions if you want.
http://lanijo.com/poetry/mission-accepted
I hated this prompt!
So, ALL the words, in ORDER, line by line – there!
“Winter Camping with Lawrence!”
http://novaheart.wordpress.com/2010/04/09/poem-4910-winter-camping-with-lawrence/
anonymous replied:
April 9th, 2010 at 4:47 pm
nice work.
I absolutely loved this prompt – the first that has truly captured my imagination. Probably far from by best poem, but certainly one that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed drafting and look forward to coming back to. Mrs Thompson – Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to:
http://widerworldweb.wordpress.com/2010/04/09/mrs-thompson/
Oh dear! Here it is: http://thekitchenbitchponders.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-writing-month-day-nine.html
On the Road
We stopped where the chimneys had toppled over the road. The
Winter walkers had to limp slowly over the bridge to nowhere
While we lit our campfire with a torch. Throughout the woodlands
Small fires glowed, surrounded by sleepers on rugs, dropped like
Marionettes from an unsteady hand.
By this time the children were crying for breakfast. We fed them
Waffles and toast with jam. Some of the toast had burnt, we adults
Finished it up with the dregs of bitter coffee. Later, we were joined
By a man and woman traveling with an octopus. The children were
Amused, the octopus was friendly and swung them about on his
Tentacles which I did think needed a good scrubbing. I set a pail
Of water near him, but instead of washing, he drank it all. Later
He massaged 8 of us at once, but he was in a hurry and some of
us were bruised.
The woman had a lovely voice and the men were eager to
Accompany her. They strummed home made guitars and banjos;
then the man she was traveling with brought out a set of drumsticks
And pounded on the bottom of all our pots and pans.
This excited the children and they looked for sticks that they
Could pound, too and soon the noise drove out the sound of the
Lovely singing. “Nap time” someone called, it was our oldest
Member, a gentleman with liver problems who needed his rest.
Startled, the woman stopped in mid-phrase, and all at once there
Was complete silence. We were able to hear birds calling and
Some of the ladies brought out their notebooks and tried to identify
Them. The man with the drumsticks congratulated us on our
Lovely camp and said they would try to visit again.
No one can say where they will be from one week to the next, in fact
We have lost track of the days and now just refer to yesterday, today and
Tomorrow. Which everyone believes is so much simpler than looking
Too far into the future.
pamela sayers replied:
April 9th, 2010 at 7:40 pm
Mariann,
This is wonderful! What a story!
Pamela
And my off-prompt contribution: http://poetry.disorderedcosmos.com/2010/04/napowrimo-9b-ikh-hob-dikh-azoyfil-nokh-gebenkt/
I decided to sit on this prompt awhile only to end up doing something completely different. I saw this fascinating film called Oblivion Island, and decided to base my poem on that. I would still love to share my work. Here’s my poem of the day called Oblivion Island.
http://systematicweasel.blogspot.com/2010/04/oblivion-island-4-9-2010-poem-day.html
Under City
Whew! Now that was interesting. I love wordles!
Thanks for the prompt Robert.
http://flaubert-poetrywithme.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-cook-napowrimo-9.html
April 9 ~ “My Social Friends” ~ http://treasures.edublogs.org/2010/04/09/readwritepoem-april-9/
I took a break from the prompts today!
My poem, Fly Away Home, can be seen at musetomyeyes.blogspot.com. Thanks to all who have commented there!
Well, I used some of the words in this.
This was the most difficult poem for me to write so far. I couldn’t meet all of the requirements. *sigh*
http://goo.gl/fb/hr2KN
I got 12 words, a terrible taste, and a sound. Is it May yet?
http://tinacelio.wordpress.com/2010/04/09/wolf-whistling/
hosking replied:
April 9th, 2010 at 8:27 pm
21 days to go
I didn’t follow the prompt to the t, but I think I stayed true to its spirit.
http://freckledwriter.blogspot.com/2010/04/sad.html
Day 9 is over, but after all that I’m terrified of what Day 10 will bring.
Today’s effort can be found here:
http://paperdreams-jgc.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-9-i-almost-failed-mission.html
This was…hard!
http://www.shicho.net/words/?p=1051
This one was fun.
Longevity</a
http://marcieaf.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-day-9.html
After spending the afternoon matting photographs —this poem. The prompts are good, but I seem to either trigger off the prompt or another topic finds its way into my mind.
You can find Photographs for an Exhibit here
http://word-painting.blogspot.com/2010/04/photographs-for-exhibit.html
I like these specific instructions!
Green Muse
No huckleberry jam or bread will fix this sweet hunger.
Your mind is a loosely woven wattle, ready to be pulled taut.
I will enter your life like the subtle startle of your own earwax
on the tongue. I’m too much of you not to love.
And tell me now that I am as skinny as a marionette
what do I do with my organs? I can tell you’re
madder than a livid bruise, you’re so purple.
I’m a season that cuts through your lungs like a talon
through rabbit flesh, the rug burn that leaves no scar.
But I can be the pumice that polishes your words
the water jug full in a thick humid calm,
the torch dispersing a midnight, the flap
of tongue when your can’t find the right sounds.
So now that it’s winter, let’s just exhale into the cold
and see what shape our breath will take.
Soon enough you can be on a mattress in the rattle of thunder.
I’m not thrilled with my response to this prompt, but that’s good. This is pushing me well. Thank you!
http://jasonriedy.wordpress.com/2010/04/09/napowrimo-9-appropriately-square/
I wrestled with this one. Here’s what I came up with.
http://cosmicmermaid.wordpress.com/2010/04/09/mission-statement/
“For the Smushed Gummy Bear in the Rug Fringe”
http://eveningpoems.blogspot.com/
I fit most (not all) of this prompt into my poetry pie called “Rhubarb Patch”–
http://theresebroderick.wordpress.com
kick out the jams…
http://motherveg.wordpress.com/
Here’s my attempt to make this work…and the money is the thing that tastes terrible.
http://mylineofwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-9-our-mission.html
It was an intriguing prompt. since I was working in the garden while writing it, not surprisingly, it turned out to be a garden poem – on http://www.cathymcguire.com/poetry.htm
another one that’s off-prompt: telephone.
i still plan to write on this prompt but since i’m working tomorrow, i can’t spend all night weaving the words together.
My attempt. I thought I would despise (and not use) this prompt, but I found I actually enjoyed the outcome as well as the creation process.
Lost in the Blizzard
It is winter in the hearts of man
The cold wind blows
Not a torch in sight
The landscape and endless canvas
And with a limp we scour the night
It is winter in the hearts of man
And now they write their tomb
The deeds they did
Their battles fought
Now a worthless brew
With the memoir comes the taste
Of anger and disgust
Bitter, sour, and strong with hate
What drove mankind
What threw them down into the talons below
When was it that we turned to wood
A silent marionette
To dance around a mad campfire
And call out a strange and primal chant
We stow away our anger
We jam away our cries
And still this low makes us cringe
A bruise on our great pride
This was not the way we pictured life
What our futures held in store
And as we strum this final chord
We are silent forever more
Didn’t write to the prompt today, but here’s mine:
http://robin-turner.blogspot.com/2010/04/see-how-she-moves.html
a big sigh of release… another one birthed… possibly breached, maybe thaz why it took so long curtain call
I’m off-prompt today (not up to the formidable challenge this one threw my way) but I will try it later in the month. For today, the saga of The Alligator Pear.
http://rustbloommansions.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-nine-poem-9-alligator-pear.html
Off-prompt today, with Identify
(Yesterday’s prompt … these things need some time to cook, you know?)
My Favorite Book
April 9, 2010
Let me fall into you
like falling into a
well-worn novel,
where boy meets girl
and boy gets girl,
where boy and girl
find steady work,
stable housing,
and strong coffee,
where boy and girl
gray and wrinkle
into grandparents.
Let me caress you
like the words of a
well-loved novel,
long sentences lingering
on my tongue, similes
sweet as dessert,
spicy verbs sizzling
long into late nights,
metaphors fading
into sunset and
rising again with
the sun.
Let us live our story
until our story’s done,
then let us close the book,
turn it over,
and live it again
from page one.
Today was so busy! I hope I will have time to read others’ poems because I really enjoyed this prompt!
here’s my “mission”:
http://richelledodaro.blogspot.com
http://kolokoli.blogspot.com/2010/04/questions-i-could-never-ask-my-hostess.html
I really enjoyed this prompt. Though not all of the pieces made it into the final poem, they all made me think and helped me to get to this. There’s more to be done here, but I’m down to the wire.
Ohmy, today’s prompt is pretty complicated, but very fun!
I had to force a little bit of it, but … the idea’s there?
http://wintermintfruit.blogspot.com/2010/04/coinciding-events.html
#9 Mission:
Laughter
While at the marionette show we were startled by the torch-walker.
He wattled!
He tripped on a pail and turned the living room rug into a campfire.
The only thing left was the fringe.
Limping off the stage he will need a massage with a pumice.
A bruised ego like cold calimari tastes like octopus.
Strumming on the harp strings poetry and laughter.
Silly things make me giggle and wiggle with delight.
I bid you good night!
http://www.inkingthepaper.blogspot.com
Yowsa! Well here’s what I came up with.
~~~
Haunted
An octopus pressed
to the zoo glass
eight bruise-colored arms,
suction cup fringe.
Startled,
they look at each other:
One with a question
in its intelligent eye,
One with no answer.
She wonders if his ink tastes
like cough syrup,
if he’s ever heard
ice cream truck music
from under the sea.
She thinks of plastic shovels
and pails on the shore,
the strum of campfire guitars.
She remembers glass jars
of blackberry jam,
pumice gray smoke
from winter chimneys,
And wishes for a lever to pull
or a button to click
undo undo undo.
toxi1 replied:
April 10th, 2010 at 12:44 am
Oooh, I like this!!
Kelly replied:
April 10th, 2010 at 1:17 am
Thank you, Drea. I actually did have an experience of seeing an octopus in a zoo once that haunted me. Hadn’t thought about it in years – the power of poetry to unearth treasures never fails to amaze me.
http://rosettathurman.posterous.com/napowrimo-poem-9-only-the-moon-knows
http://sky-lined.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-day-9.html
Open my eyes and I see sky
a hawk flies from the fringe of a chimney,
gold torching the bleak gray sky,
talons carrying the marione….
Dancing With Shaharazad
Angeliad of Surazeus
2010 04 09
http://open.salon.com/blog/surazeus/2010/04/09/dancing_with_shaharazad
http://stores.lulu.com/angeliad
Long live our glorious fairy queen
shouts Johnny Rotten in black leather
and throws a rotten apple of respect
at empty throne where robot king
with plastic scepter and cracked crown
juggles nuclear bombs with a wry grin
while Robin Hood rides a motorcycle
on Chelsea Bridge with Frankenstein.
I dance on a rainbow in virtual paradise
with Shaharazad on a silver unicorn.
Turgesius leaps howling from long ship
clutching tattered Periplus of Pytheas
and charges into small stone church
where Alice paints visions of Wonderland
on screens of large television tubes
but he stares into waters of black pool
watching a white airplane glide overhead
and mumbles incantations of algebra fire.
I swing from tree of life in virtual paradise
with Shaharazad in chocolate Taj Mahal.
Olo tall dark muscular hominid hunts
chasing large toothless alligator fish
with fluttering feathers over wet swamp
then leaps on its back with wild howl
and rides it bucking among date palms
where fire burns great jungle to ash
so tropical forest dissolves to Sahara
where bones of devils sleep in hot sand.
I ride dragon through virtual paradise
with Shaharazad in maze of mirror doors.
Saint Isabel in a white chemise skirt
fills bull horn cups with honey mead
when we gather in longoportus boat hall
on flower hills by shore of Buvinda stream
that shines in Sylvia Roboreta oak wood
but I fall asleep under glittering stars
and wake drifting alone on a misty sea
where mermaids sing enchanting tunes.
I build dragon ship in virtual paradise
with Shaharazad who brings ripe pears.
Robin Hood appears on television show
with David Bowie and Mick Jagger to talk
about rock and roll and mind revolution
but Raphael swirls from camera lens
and hands each singer a prophecy scroll
while Jim Morrison leaps laughing high
on cars remembering when he was born
a lizard running fast in moonlit swamp.
I lounge on soft lectus in virtual paradise
with Shaharazad wearing lace Easter dress.
Sargon stands on top of towering ziggurat
and gazes over lands in four directions
and shouts I created this world of dreams
but his skull and bones are confiscated
from tomb of a thousand nameless kings
and sold as relics from Saint Peter of Roma
used for cement to pave all of Manhattan
where Adam solders beams in steel towers.
I stand on Tower One in virtual paradise
with Shaharazad who plays electric guitar.
Though Julia and Scribonia sing in wind
hoping Dionysus will bring a grape vine
when Hat-Hor comes to Pandateria Isla
she walks among skulls of a dozen queens
until Napoleon returns with a lion flag
and declares himself Emperor of Fools
so I establish my church on desolate rock
where I eat hamburgers and drink wine.
I kneel in Temple of Jupiter in paradise
with Shaharazad whispering as we kiss.
Frodo falls asleep on white marble steps
by tomb of Ferdowsi and dreams of key
to unlock formula hiding secret of gold
that transforms his heart to hollow shell
we ride as submarine into ocean deep
where Shakespeare with pearl eyes writes
expressing conflict of morals that divides
a man between his public and private masks.
I forget Ophelia floating in virtual paradise
with Shaharazad sailing river boat to sea.
Saraswati accepts sitar from Nicolaus
then plays sweet tunes by Yangtze River
and sings how our world is a round disk
surrounded by ocean of shimmering souls
until Osiris steps from flying white Honda
and opens her face to reveal gold circuits
of computer chips recording human history
that actors perform for recording on film.
I watch movies flow in virtual paradise
with Shaharazad who plays Empress Eve.
Who murdered my gentle queen of hearts
cries Reynard trickster fox in great sorrow
as a thousand ghosts of girls swirl in wind
and stare into his empty soul with ice eyes
when he follows Julius Caesar to Gaul
but wanders lost in Forest of Broceliande
where Melusine offers him a drink of water
and Titania gives him old Scroll of Enoch.
I chant spells of angels in virtual paradise
with Shaharazad who kisses my mind awake.
If Kamiakin rides Simurgh to Mount Ararat
to greet Noah when he steps from his ship
then why did Ishtar find Tammuz at a feast
after she went through iron gates of death
to retrieve my true soul from dragon jaws
or will Oberon teach me how to build ships
so I may sail seven seas on golden wind
and marry Kwan Yin in Long Shan Temple.
I gaze deep in her eyes of virtual paradise
with Shaharazad transforming from an egg.
I form circle with Ezra Pound and Bob Dylan
and Vyasa and Ferdowsi and Ovid and Homer
and Dante and Chaucer and Milton and Spencer
and Shakespeare and Apollonius and Hesiod
and Valmiki and Virgil and Du Fu and Nguyen Du
sharing secrets of enchanting your minds
with magic spells that record human events
to preserve memories of actions evil and good.
I sit silent staring out from virtual paradise
with Shaharazad who creates our universe.
Good gracious! A little late, but I had absolutely pure and ridiculous fun with this one!
Material Girl
Poem #9. “Fragments of the Mutiny Dream.”
Posted at: http://troysworktable.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-9.html
Golly gooooooooooood gracious azha…if your late what am I?…later…latest..busy day in the mountains…but I got one done
http://waynepitchko.blogspot.com
I pulled it off again tonight…though I thought I might not find it in me. I’m willing to let this stand for #9: Opening Day
pamela sayers replied:
April 10th, 2010 at 1:04 am
Shari,
i tried to leave a comment on your blog but it is unforgiving. your poem is superb and so well done.
Pamela
Went with the Poetic Asides prompt today: http://web.me.com/susansonnen/Susan_Sonnens_musings/Blog/Entries/2010/4/9.html
http://www.robertlunday.net/2010/04/poem-9-intersection.html
Age
She spins,
a wand in her hand, outstretched,
as it magically conjures up floating orbs
that drift upon the wind.
Through these fragile globes,
everything shines, everything
quivers
in distortion and
enchantment.
If only the view
never had to snap into
the clarity of reality. If only
they never had to burst
into small, shattered drops.
Unfortunately,
some things are inevitable.
I know.
I know that
Someday,
when shes my age
and remembers
who she is now,
she will ask herself why
every bubble bursts
in time.
Not based on the prompt today, sorry.
Not that fond of today’s prompt.
http://self-intoxication.deviantart.com/art/Winterless-160203482
Kelly replied:
April 10th, 2010 at 1:22 am
I think you did a great job with it. I especially like the opening lines:
Winter is non-existent
bruised & limping away
like an octopus
my childhood
wraps itself around me
This is a tanka by itself – very nice.
Thank you Robert for the crazy prompt — I loved it! Here is what I came up with: Love is all you have, don’t let it go: {A Sestina/Children’s Story} My first finished children’s story, I believe!
Today’s poem up at http://alienfireworks.blogspot.com/2010/04/journey.html
Sent from Phoenix, “snapshot” from the little time I have here.
http://avniously.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-phoenix.html
This is my kind of prompt; ‘my favorite so far. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get online until now, which is too late, so I’ll use this prompt for Saturday. Thanks to Robert for a really good one
http://revolutionarysweetheart.blogspot.com
I feel like having to use 12 of those words made my poem confusing and sorta rambling… tough prompt!
http://eyemachine.xanga.com/725087165/napowrimo-i-almost-didnt-write-this/
Here’s mu # 9…I barely made it
http://brokeness.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-9-connectedness.html
Let me tell you…without doubt my favorite actor right now. What a great presence. Just fabulous!
Here’s my poem
http://zevoice.blogspot.com/2010/04/betel-leaves.html
Engagement, http://scriptophobe.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-9-mission.html