Day 4 – Our prompt for the day (optional as always) takes its cue from our gently odd resources, and asks you to write a poem based on an image from a dream. We don’t always remember our dreams, but images or ideas from them often stick with us for a very long time. I definitely have some nightmares I haven’t been able to forget, but I’ve also witnessed very lovely things in dreams (like snow falling on a flood-lit field bordered by fir trees, as seen through a plate glass window in a very warm and inviting kitchen). Need an example of a poem rooted in dream-based imagery? Try this one by Michael Collier.
I got this weird dream, My house is filled with relatives & friends, all are busy, Like a typical South Indian traditional gathering, All the arrangements & decorations in the house is just amazing, What’s the occasion? I wonder, standing alone gazing, Some ladies with mom take me for dressing, I’m decked up like a bride, Oh my God it’s my wedding? Who’s the groom, I have never seen or met him, How does he look, how he sounds, what’s happening? I am pulled to the mantap & the pujari is chanting, Relatives, friends, brother, parent are looking at me & smiling, Who’s the guy? Where is he? I’m still wondering, Rituals taking place & suddenly they announce “I AM MARRIED”,
How could the Mangal Sutra be on my neck when the groom is still missing, I beg, if someone can please answer my query, Please tell me, How the hell am I married without the groom? It is shocking!
Day 1 – Today’s Prompt (given on 1st April’2020)- Today, however, I’d like to challenge you to write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances. For example, bowling, or shopping for socks, or shoveling snow, or teaching a child to tie its shoes.
My Life is Like Water!
My life is like Water,
It flows in the direction as God alter,
With ups & downs, twists & curves, stagnant or wanders,
My life is like Water,
What goes in, is absorbed with matter,
It’s plain or colourful, sweet or bitter, thick or thinner, tasteless or spicier.
My life is like Water,
It changes like the nature,
Gloomy or happier, Harsh or kinder, soft or stronger, naive or wiser, clam or clamor.
My life is like Water,
It’s unpredictable yet predictable with an eccentric character,
Controlled & flowed by the crux of future!
The word I choose for the letter ‘O’ is Obsession.
The quote I choose to go with the word Obsession is- “I have an obsession with quotes because other people are so much better at putting my feelings into words than I am”.
Obsession/ Obsessive about something or someone is an extremely strong feeling. Until and unless your obsession towards something or someone is under your control, which does not harm anyone is fine I guess. As I said earlier, it is an extremely strong feeling, which is difficult for one to come out off. Currently I am obsessed with quotes, poems, short or a little lengthy stories. It could be about love, relation, inspirational or friendship etc. Quotes I usually read on Pinterest, Google, YourQuote and for poems, short or a little lengthy stories I read the post of the bloggers whom I follow.
Day 6: Today’s prompt (optional, as always): We’d like to challenge you to write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks. That could be a poem with very long lines, or very short lines. Or a poem that blends the two. You might break to emphasize (or de-emphasize) sounds or rhymes, or to create a moment of hesitation in the middle of a thought. Looking for inspiration? You might take a look atthis poem by Lorine Niedecker, this poem by Stanley Kunitz, or this one by Amiri Baraka.
I will wait for you!
When our eyes looked into each other’s,
There was a connection so strange,
Hiding from everyone’s sight I tried looking at your eyes over and over again,
You didn’t notice,
You stood there so near yet so far making my heart so weak…
Day 30 – And finally, our final prompt – at least until next year! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that happens again and again (kind of like NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo). It could be the setting of the sun, or your Aunt Georgia telling the same story at Thanksgiving every single year. It could be the swallows returning to Capistrano or how, without fail, you will lock your keys in the car whenever you go to the beach.
Year after year,
New Challenge in April,
New prompts for 30 days,
A new form of poem each day,
Due to NaPoWriMo Challenge.
Day 29 – And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it. For example, if your favorite poem is this verse of Emily Dickinson’s, you might choose the word “stones” or “spectre.” After you’ve chosen your word, put the original poem away and spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. Then use your original word and the results of your free-writing as the building blocks for a new poem.
My favorite poem is by Robert Frost called “Dust of Snow”.
Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Day 28 – And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem using Skeltonic verse. Don’t worry, there are no skeletons involved. Rather, Skeltonic verse gets its name from John Skelton, a fifteenth-century English poet who pioneered the use of short stanzas with irregular meter, but two strong stresses per line (otherwise know as “dipodic” or “two-footed” verse). The lines rhyme, but there’s not a rhyme scheme per se. The poet simply rhymes against one word until he or she gets bored and moves on to another. Here is a good explainer of the form, from which I have borrowed this excellent example:
will be Terse.
Stress used just twice
to keep it nice,
Day 27 – And last but not least, here’s our (optional) prompt! Many poems explore the sight or sound or feel of things, and Proust famously wrote about the memories evoked by smell, but today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that explores your sense of taste! This could be a poem about food, or wine, or even the oddly metallic sensation of a snowflake on your tongue.
Taste of Dahi Puri!
Oh, my mouth is salivating,
On hearing the name of the dish,
To try the famous Indian snack, you wish…
Day 26 – And now for our (optional) prompt! Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.
Discovery of Jukebox!
The archaeologists of 5011 AD,
Found a box of mystery,
A smile and jig of victory,
The “Jukebox” is their discovery.
Day 24 – Last but not least, our (optional) daily prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a poem of ekphrasis — that is, a poem inspired by a work of art. But I’d also like to challenge you to base your poem on a very particular kind of art – the marginalia of medieval manuscripts. Here you’ll find some characteristic images of rabbits hunting wolves, people sitting on nests of eggs, dogs studiously reading books, and birds wearing snail shells. What can I say? It must have gotten quite boring copying out manuscripts all day, so the monks made their own fun. Hopefully, the detritus of their daydreams will inspire you as well!
Sword & shield in hand,
The brave one has come to fight,
Against the weird snail-man outright,
On the white beast like a knight.