by the Read Write Poem Staff
Today’s prompt is provided by member, Julie Jordan Scott.
Arthur Koestler wrote: “The moment of truth, the sudden emergence of a new insight, is an act of intuition.” Akin to a “sixth sense,” intuition brings pieces together. It gives the gift of heightened awareness.
One single, specific memory I have from a math class comes from the first day of geometry class. I was 15 years old.
The teacher asked “What is intuition?”
I raised my hand — an unusual act for me when math was involved. “Intuition is having a hunch,” I said, “sort of knowing or having an idea of something out of the blue, like without really knowing you somehow know.”
What does this have to do with your life and your poetry?
Take a moment to remember a breakthrough moment in your life or a “freeze-frame” moment from long, long ago. An “a-ha” or an “epiphany” moment or a moment that has a story yet to tell.
Let’s prepare to write a poem using our intuition intentionally today. Write this prompt on your page: “When I remember my “a-ha moment” from my past, I understand the place I am meant to go with my words and poetry today is … ”
Restate the prompt as you free-write and don’t write a poem yet. Instead, go about your business of the day purposefully not writing a poem.
Notice surprising turns of phrases you hear. Listen to people who say things to you that seem especially surprising, lyrics to songs. Eavesdrop intentionally. Wait for at least 2 hours and then write your poem from the words your intuition and your free-writing gave you.
Reminders for everyone
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http://just-somestuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-28-phone-calls.html
A found poem for right now. I hope to come back to the prompt, but there’s not much time left in the day.
http://paperdreams-jgc.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-28-found.html
I wrote this one instinctively at work and it surprisingly fit the prompt: be-labored.
I focused more on the epiphany and just followed my intuition.
http://daily-yawp.blogspot.com/
Running out of gas: http://goo.gl/fb/Kw5mQ
*sigh*
I love this prompt but just didn’t have time to do it today. Went to 3WW instead. Here
runnin outta time tho i did think abt this all day… as the white rabbit looking at his watch, im late, im late for a very important date… rough draft drama stop n go
Here’s a piece that tells about new realisations that accompanied fatherhood, a kind of ‘father’s intuition’, if you like…
“grinning at early open questions
why & why & why, as though
the universe were a pet”
Read the full poem at http://www.gregoconnell.com
http://www.robertlunday.net/2010/04/poem-38-books.html
http://sky-lined.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-28.html What you are reading now has no meaning.
http://web.me.com/susansonnen/Susan_Sonnens_musings/Blog/Entries/2010/4/28_NaPoWriMo%2C_Day_28.html
I love this prompt! Wish I had time to grapple with it further. I look forward to stopping by later and seeing what you all came up with!
http://freckledwriter.blogspot.com/2010/04/shard.html
http://kolokoli.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-knew.html
Doubt
Heated breath
Pouring down my neck
Snarls
Curses
Rage
Boxed in underwater
An airtight prison
Bricks of blind fury
Mortar, his harsh words
Keep my tongue stapled
To the roof of my mouth
Even though
Doubt blackens my heart
http://mylineofwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-28-ahaaa.html
My daughter gives me most of my ahaa! moments…
No aha today, too preoccupied today i guess?
untitled
a million phrases of human emotion occupy
reflection still water was the once only
way to see your primitive self, we still taste
much like the ocean in ecstasy and sadness
http://healingforthehealthy.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-28-intuition.html
Prompt #28 for 4/28/2010
http://timkeeton.wordpress.com
http://undeadpoets.wordpress.com
Tim Keeton
(Undead)Poet/Wizard/Teller-of-tales
Argh. I wrote about a person that I really hate writing about. Tomorrow: bunnies. I’ve decided.
http://cosmicmermaid.wordpress.com/2010/04/28/burning-waves/
Last Song For Melisende
Angeliad of Surazeus
2010 04 28
http://open.salon.com/blog/surazeus/2010/04/28/last_song_for_melisende
Old wrinkled man with long gray hair
clutches battered lute without strings
and slouches under ancient twisted tree
as breeze blows from deep silver lake.
Mist floats over sparkling lake at dawn
as full moon glows red behind hills
and disappears after glowing in his eyes
all night with faces of everyone he lost.
When I was a boy I sailed a river boat
from mountain village past crowded towns
where I spent many years singing tales
till I arrived at vast sea of silent dream.
I stood on stone by shimmering gold sea
and gazed at face of a woman in a tower
so I sang sweet love in my aching heart
expressing true faith in her divine soul.
She descended tower from shining stars
then took my hand and lead me straight
on winding road to high mountain cave
where women held hands in circle of eyes.
Women of stars and wing-soaring moon
danced twirling inside ring of gray stones
singing mysterious spells of ancient truth
that filled my mind with swirling dreams.
I felt this world spinning inside my mind
awakening generations of girls and boys
playing games and singing for an hour
then falling away in restless waves of time.
I gazed in jewels of her emerald eyes
and saw our universe of shining light
created by songs of her sweet voice
when she held a baby girl in her arms.
I woke holding water of tears in my hands
alone in ring of stones in mist of dawn
grown old as gold moon that never dies
still hearing their songs on clear breeze.
I return now to land where I was born
but find that every person I loved is gone
faded like mist at dawn of burning sun
as if a thousand years passed in a flash.
Wrinkled hands tremble as thin hand
grips lute cracked and worn at his chest
and fingers move as if to pluck strings
that long ago broke during a sweet song.
Blue eyes now gray with seeing much
stare startled at tall tower on sea stone
when young woman appears in window
with long gold hair flowing like sun rays.
Old man with gray hair and hoarse voice
finds a last song within his aching heart
that rises and swells with a sudden wind
swirling up from splash of ocean waves.
Eternal goddess of beauty and youth
who lives forever in tall tower of dreams
my heart was sad till I saw you again
so now I may rest in light of your eyes.
Old woman appears behind young girl
at sound of his voice and sees his face
so she descends from tower of white stars
and cradles old man in arms to her breast.
Wrinkled hands tremble when old woman
caresses his hair and gazes in his eyes
whispering I feared I lost you long ago
but my heart sings to see you alive again.
Look at our daughter so young and alive
with elegant beauty of my golden face
and honest wisdom of your sharp mind
preserving our souls in her loving heart.
Old man with long gray hair reaches hand
to caress her cheek as a single tear of joy
slides from his silver eyes on wrinkled cheek
and for a long moment his eyes shine bright.
I loved you from afar sweet Melisende
worshipping you as a goddess among stars
then you came down from heaven to me
and transformed my soul into a young girl.
I sang a thousand songs by tower hearth
and misty river and meadow of flowers
telling fun tales and expressing my love
and always you laughed and kissed my heart.
I gave you my heart many years ago
expecting nothing in return for my love
and yet you gave me paradise and faith
filling my soul with treasures of your heart.
Jaufre Rudel smiles and his hoarse voice
falls silent after last song for Melisende
so she kisses his lips with aching heart
loving ever-gentle beauty of his loving soul.
After kiss that stops endless spin of time
Melisende lifts her head to morning sun
and finds his soul gone like silver mist
so she places a lily in his wrinkled hands.
Your songs live forever in my open heart
and your soul lives forever in our daughter
so she lies down beside him under old tree
and transforms into a dove fluttering wings.
I wasn’t sure I would get here today…too many papers to grade and calls to make.
“Before You” is at http://bridgeanna.blogspot.com
Sweet dreams, everyone!
http://wintermintfruit.blogspot.com/2010/04/pukuj.html
Almost to the end, my friends~
Definitely not on prompt today. Not on anything. Tired.
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Bad Poem
This is a bad poem.
Full of boring shit,
flat and dull as
a cliché sandwich
or my dirty glass coffee table,
whichever comes first.
So boring I am falling asleep
as I write it.
It sits on the couch, a mousy
brunette in a frumpy frock
It sighs and farts.
It has nothing to say—
a big fat hollow bucket of
Nothing.
Don’t say I didn’t
warn you.
Roadtripping #2
http://eveningpoems.blogspot.com/
Two days to go after this one and I’m more than a little giddy about that. I suspect, though, it’s more accurate to say I’m punchy at this point.
My #28 effort: Just go Fishing
Not sure why earlier post didn’t appear.
Today’s poem on my Facebook and
right here:
http://dash30dash.ning.com/profiles/blogs/napowrimo-day-28-poems-writing
Interesting coincidence about Intuition… My acrostic double prompt poem yesterday spelled out Intuition.
Keep writing…
This NaPoWriMo is freaky!!!
My #28 is here:
http://robin-turner.blogspot.com/2010/04/visit.html
My work didn’t feel that intuitive today, but I did follow the process described in the prompt, and it led me to a place I didn’t expect when starting out: The Aegean Sea.
Poem #28. “Naming Stars.”
Posted at: http://troysworktable.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-28.html
NaPoWriMo #28 when moons collide
Day 28 at http://alienfireworks.blogspot.com/2010/04/road-trip.html
I heard people talking about directions to someplace, so this is what I got out of that:
http://mayaganesan.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-28_28.html
Hinge
Dirt sweeps the sweet earth
with a loamy promise of growth,
holding the grass just tight enough
to let each blade sway
in its own green way. Water carries
flotillas full of tourists and sunscreen,
all-you-can-eat buffets buffeted
by a glittering surface which serves
as invitation to drown, and buoy
against the ocean’s dark end.
Breath is taken for granted.
Flames lick the air, banish the cold
and our daughter holds us
like a hinge. We pivot around her
because that’s our design. Without her
we’d be a simple wooden door, latched shut.
will i be able to post today?
http://travelsinthefloatingelvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-28th.html
swiss replied:
April 29th, 2010 at 9:11 am
finally!
My submission: “Devil”
http://yourinnerceo.blogspot.com
Best,
Allan
A day behind, but none the less here is my offering:
Letter to My Father
http://bitsandpieces.wordpress.com/2010/04/29/napowrimo-28-intuition/
needs lots of work but….
http://marcieaf.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-day-28.html
So, the internet is down, so I haven’t been able to link to my poems for the final three days of NaPoWriMo (Yes, it’s Friday for me today). So, Wednesday was Wrenched, Thursday was Golem, and Friday is Lilac. I hope you enjoy them all. Congratulations on finishing NaPoWriMo!
Come Hither Pretty
http://scriptophobe.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-28-intuition.html
http://thebooklife.wordpress.com/2010/04/30/4-28/