by the Read Write Poem Staff
It’s Day #25, and you may be getting tired. In Joseph Harker’s prompt today, let others do the heavy lifting of inspiration.
Keep an ear out for the first sentence (or even word) that is said to you after you read this prompt. (Poetic license: If the first few words are exceptionally boring, wait for the first uncommon or peculiar one.) Take that word/sentence — it could be “mango” or “exemplar” or “have you ever been to this Ethiopian restaurant?” — and build a poem around it. Maybe you have deep thoughts on mangoes or a narrative of heartbreak and spicy injera from the restaurant mentioned. Trust in fate. 
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I went to Starbucks and heard the sentence I used in my poem. http://word-painting.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-be-ready-in-ten-minutes.html
I listened… and then couldn’t stop listening.
http://just-somestuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-25-threats-hang-like-stone.html
Yay! Mine was “I wish…” and you can read it: http://kagerrr.tumblr.com/post/549312313/april25thpoem
http://katharinewhitcomb.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-25-sleep.html
The first thing I hear in the morning is often commentary on my insomnia!
Fun prompt! Mine is called “Did you call Rose?”
http://rrosenchang.blogspot.com
Oops… it’s actually called “Did you tell Rose to call?”
The first words I heard were “What the hell?” uttered by my husband sleepily, in mock anger, when I woke him up at noon.
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Untitled
What the hell?
He does his best;
I do mine.
Going for the gold
now just going for glimmers.
Where are we now?
Wondering, watching, waiting,
inching along.
He’s mowing the yard,
I’m typing, poeming.
Stepping softly around
new-found voice
so as not to scare it away.
Sundays are made for this:
sleepy hugs
random errands, blinking
in spring sunlight,
lists, guilty rest,
Monday looming.
Marie replied:
April 25th, 2010 at 8:30 pm
Really nice scene you’ve written. Great use of today’s prompt.
Janet replied:
April 26th, 2010 at 1:34 am
sleepy sundays are gold
The first thing I heard on the radio, “I should have been…”
so here it is:A Poet Answers Her Critics
http://www.cathymcguire/poetry.htm
NaPoWriMo Prompt #25
The first sentence I heard this morning was, “[Are] you down there?”
http://timkeeton.worpdress.com
Tim Keeton
Poet/Wizard/Teller-of-tales
all tired out, but still going. barely!
http://caroleesherwood.wordpress.com/2010/04/25/napowrimo-25/
One of the few “Untitled” poems I’ve written.
http://theresebroderick.wordpress.com
Poem #25. “1986.”
Posted at: http://troysworktable.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-25.html
The first thing I heard this morning was the word Dissonance. I can’t remember the conversation completely, but I do remember that word because it’s a word that almost seems out of place today. So, here’s my take on the prompt!
http://systematicweasel.blogspot.com/2010/04/dissonance-4-25-2010-poem-day-challenge.html
Day 25:
http://paperdreams-jgc.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-25-are-we-there-yet.html
My Sundays are always great days of planning and today was no different. Just after reading this prompt, my sister sent me a text message about plans and said “Gotta make it happen!” So I give you a poem about making things happen.
http://mylineofwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-25-gotta-make-it-happen.html
A personal tradition born out of NaPoWriMo, and which will continue after the month is over: Sunday haiku
Took some simple advice from my dad. I rather like how this one turned out~
http://wintermintfruit.blogspot.com/2010/04/lift.html
I decided on a dialogue which to me, was quite poetic……. in its own way
http://redshoepoet.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-challege-25.html
http://kolokoli.blogspot.com/2010/04/talking-to-you.html
When Earthquake Strikes
Angeliad of Surazeus
2010 04 25
http://open.salon.com/blog/surazeus/2010/04/25/when_earthquake_strikes
Apollo runs circles around bright Green Lake
with Artemis whose hair shimmers in wind
passing each other with light flashing eyes
both longing to kiss and make earth quake.
I will not be asleep when earthquake strikes.
Great mountains that rise to fluffy clouds
deep oceans that generate dreaming souls
enduring so timeless and perfect forever
how do you tremble when a little ice melts.
I will not be asleep when earthquake strikes.
Factories and cars belch smoke in skies
so glaciers melt off mountains and poles
then continents begin to shift and to rise
colliding and shaking in violent dance.
I will not be asleep when earthquake strikes.
Towers of steel and glass are no match
for Mother Nature when she shakes wild
shattering civilization fragile as egg shell
when mountains crumble into roiling sea.
I will not be asleep when earthquake strikes.
Howl in despair when your glass towers fall
smashing televisions and computers to dust
then wander lost on highways with no cars
and plant apple trees in cracked parking lots.
I will not be asleep when earthquake strikes.
Apollo chases Artemis into garden of fruit
where serpent hisses in Tree of True Love
so they kiss among ruins of fallen towers
rebuilding civilization with each child born.
I will not be asleep when earthquake strikes.
My offering today: I have My Sympathies. Unfortunately my sinuses have decided to ride roughshod over me today. Hopefully, things will be better tomorrow.
Just barely squeaking by.
http://cosmicmermaid.wordpress.com/2010/04/25/nothing/
back to life
once upon a time
we were young
playing hide and seek
with time and time was it
left behind counting while
we hid between the elements
once upon a time
music was light
ecstasy was truth
& mind was free
This was all before the evidence of fear
Running as fast as we can
From the super-question of strength
Self proposed, the boogiemen of our
so real imaginations wherein we
are immortal closing down
on the idea of being human
and we awaken simultaneously falling
asleep with one last kiss to dream…
{to be continued…}
http://verbality.wordpress.com/2010/04/25/mad-at-you-napowrimo-25/
off-prompt today – this came from a poetry workshop I took this afternoon with Paulann Petersen
http://lanijo.com/poetry/emo-guy
Read the prompt before turning in last night. First words from my husband this morning are italicized:
http://robin-turner.blogspot.com/2010/04/mister-rogers-movie-star.html
http://crankymango.blogspot.com/2010/04/talk-to-me.html
Fun prompt. “The sky’s gone gray.”
http://sheiladeethdrabbles.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-napowrimo-25.html
But I’m posting it late because the sun did come out again and the flowers were glorious!
A little more experimental than normal for me today. My brain is in shuffling and repackaging mode. I guess it can’t be helped. I overheard some honey-sellers Formulating a Plan for Unwelcome Bees.
here is #25….fisrt things first…very late in the day
http://www.waynepitchko.blogspot.com
Late at night, with My Wife
Sleeping Nearby, I Actually Try
to Listen to the Warm
I swear there is a commercial for Rod McKuen
on the television just as I turn it off, all kinds
of people talking about how blue tastes, or how hard it is
to trap inspiration in a fist. Ronco and K-Tel got together
to re-release his greatest hits, and send a free Chia Rod
with every order, water and words not included. I have
a heater nearby and sit quietly, hot air fleeing quietly
into cooler air, and I become a thermostat controlling
the pulse of this house. Ceiling fans take their cues
from me, walls hyperventilating like paper sacks
lungs dream of when resting. My lobes quiver
as the temperature rises. Summer peeks in the window
and smiles, preparing for the coming cacophony
of wilting irises, flip-flops peeling layers
from burning concrete, pool water denying the sun
by mirroring it in a wet, glimmering sky.
My ears are tired. My wife gathers more covers
until she is once again the warmth I listen to
as I turn the lamp off and she negotiates
just enough breath for the night.
I remember this thing called sleep. Could wish more of my time was pouring into poems right now, but here, I remain!
NaPoWriMo #25 Metered step
My name is Peggy. My family and close friends call me Peg. I looked up the definition and it is true statement of me as well.
peg a noun
1. A small cylindrical or tapered pin, as of wood, used to fasten things or plug a hole.
2. A similar pin forming a projection that may be used as a support or boundary marker.
“Peg of my heart hums a familar tune.”
He said:
‘I didn’t want to put you out.’
http://shannons-words.livejournal.com/159354.html
poem 25:
http://mayaganesan.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-25.html
Everything Ever-when
http://nothinghypothetical.wordpress.com/2010/04/25/everything-every-when/
http://alienfireworks.blogspot.com/2010/04/muse.html
swing set, fire fuck.
http://self-intoxication.deviantart.com/art/Brainscrub-162015354
My poem is here:
http://ragbone.wordpress.com
http://eveningpoems.blogspot.com/
My net went down again ! I never overheard any interesting conversations, so I went with a line from a book ‘I dedicate this book to myself’ -Valerie Solanas.
Dear Self,
Why aren’t you called John? Then you’d get what I’m saying
by reading no further, you’d know from ‘dear’ after
that I’m breaking up with you. I won’t sugar coat this,
you’ve had enough sweetness and sour, your pants don’t fit.
I don’t think we’ll stay friends or that we want different things.
it’s just that you make me sick as a rollercoaster,
I have to queue to talk to you, then its over in a heartbeat.
Stop luring me in with candyfloss and popcorn,
all day I feel the kernels between my teeth.
I’m getting a restraining order, you’ve slinked round
too much, half breed mutt puppy eyes, their mud
meeting my eye as you look up like something badly done to,
you whine ‘are you really having a good time?
aren’t you ignoring me?’ I left a bowl of kibble
and a modem in the kitchen, I went out, and self
followed me. I drove for miles and let you out the car,
still you were there waiting when I got home.
Seriously stop following me with your tail between your legs,
your nose twitching, whimpers every time I get a new man.
I’m done, self, there’s no add in the paper, no free to good home,
It’s clear that if you get the slightest attention
you bite the leash in half, scratch the collar free,
the gold disk etched with my name and address
is smooth and flat, self you don’t belong to me.
I woke and found myself wearing a similar tag,
everywhere I wet it was there, saying I was self’s bitch.
Self you have too many none too proud owners,
my father, mother, teachers and doctors, then me
before you thought you’d lay your claim and be boss.
You’re a stalker, a pornographic swan with your long neck
than blows yourself in public, burrows for its own worms.
You’ve shown me up enough, I want you gone,
I’ve took out a restraining order, come sidling round
barking or whining ‘are you really happy with your life?’
and I’m calling the cops.
Posted late! http://disorder1313.wordpress.com/2010/04/26/transliteration-of-catullus-xxxii/
A day late, but I’m here:
http://marcieaf.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-day-25.html
Off prompt.
Night Dancing
The sky wears a veil
Smooth, transparent
Dotted with hidden jewels
Spanning forever.
I could dip my fingers
In that hidden skyscape
Where dreams frolic
Where we can dance.
I could wear a pair of wings
Visible only to you and I
Woven with secrets
And whispered promises.
This one is a bit crazy right now: I hope you like this
http://seashelllz.livejournal.com/118455.html
Only just able to post this as I’ve been out of town. Butterfly Day
I try to “Begin Each Day” with an attitude of gratitude. http://bridgeanna.blogspot.com
Blessings on your day!
http://poetry-life-distilled.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-day-25.html
http://scriptophobe.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-25-first-things-first.html
First Thing, huh?