2014 Poem a Day: Days 11, 12 and 13

Fell a little behind these days. Have to catch up for the last three days. Trying to catch up does not lend itself to creativity or good poetry. The boy is taking a break and relaxing during his spring break. But he did give me the noun for #12 replacement poem (guess what it is!) He tried to help me with the kenning, but got distracted by minecraft. I would have enjoyed the kenning, if I were not trying to play catch up. Perhaps another day, I’ll put it up in my thought closet.

Day Eleven:
Love and Wine

Upon a night with intentions licentious,
Red-jewelled liquid poured into goblets
Under the knowing eyes of the pearly moon
— I love thee
Selene does vouch for me,
— I love thee
In all your divine glory
— I love thee
I drink to thy divine eyes and thy divine thighs
— I love thee
When dawn comes ambling over the horizon
I shall fly away like the lark,
Singing a song to the sultry sun,
By then love will have been drunken away
In the goblet only dewy drops will remain,
Red-stained lip prints on the rim
Love has been  drunk up and I cannot stay.
From NaPoWriMo:  Poets have been writing about love and wine, wine and love, since . . . well, since the time of Anacreon, a Greek poet who was rather partial to that subject matter. Anacreon developed a particular meter for his tipsy, lovey-dovey verse, but Anacreontics in English generally do away with meter-based constraints. Anacreontics might be described as a sort of high-falutin’ drinking song. So today I challenge you to write about wine-and-love. Of course, you may have no love of wine yourself, in which case you might try an anti-Anacreontic poem. Happy writing!
Day Twelve:
Anger of all varieties
Constitute a universal system.
Despite variation in the design and purpose
Over the years –
Anger from 1958 still interlock with
Those made in the current time.
And anger for young children
Are compatible with those for teenagers
Anger must be manufactured to an exacting
degree of precision
When two pieces are engaged
They must fit firmly,
Yet be,
Easily disassembled
The machines that make anger
Have tolerances
As small as
Two
Micrometres.
From NaPoWriMo: Today’s (optional) prompt is a “replacement” poem. Pick a common noun for a physical thing, for example, “desk” or “hat” or “bear,” and then pick one for something intangible, like “love” or “memories” or “aspiration.” Then Google your tangible noun, and find some sentences using it. Now, replace that tangible noun in those sentences with your intangible noun, and use those sentences to create (or inspire) a poem. 
Day Thirteen
I stash it all away
In a hurry
For some other day
It’ll be temporary
Now, the clothes
                     need sorting,
                                     folding,
                                          putting away.
Not now, all these ideas and inspirations
Put it in the closet
Cram them all in
And close the door
When it is full
And can hold no more
Open it up
And clean out
My thought-closet.

From NaPoWriMo: Our optional prompt for today is to write a poem that contains at least one kenning. Kennings were metaphorical phrases developed in Nordic sagas. At their simplest, they generally consist of two nouns joined together, which imaginatively describe or name a third thing. The phrase “whale road,” for example, could be used instead of “sea” or “ocean,” and “sky candle” could be used for “sun.” The kennings used in Nordic sagas eventually got so complex that you basically needed a decoder-ring to figure them out. And Vikings being Vikings, there tended to be an awful lot of kennings for swords, warriors, ships, and gold. But at their best, they are suprising and evocative. I hope you have fun trying to invent your own. Happy writing!

 

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