NAPOWRIMO DAY #6

Today’s prompt:
Write a 16 line pantoum whose opening line (and hence ending line) contains a concrete image.

The pantoum is a form of poetry similar to a villanelle in that there are repeating lines throughout the poem. It is composed of a series of quatrains. Ideally, the meaning of the lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing.

The pantoum “recipe” is as follows:
Stanza 1 A B C D
Stanza 2 B E D F
Stanza 3 E G F H
Stanza 4 G C I A
Each letter represents a line of the poem. So your opening line will be the same as your closing line, etc.

Post your poem to comments!

Reminders
Read the NaPoWriMo Challenge Kickoff post for details on how the challenge works and how you can participate this month, no matter what your personal writing challenge is for the month of April.

Please read this page to find out how the prompt posts work. Remember that work shared this month is shared in precisely that spirit: sharing, as opposed to critiquing.

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Posted on April 6, 2013, in NaPoWriMo. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Katie Bachelder

    It’s not related to the prompt, but I just wrote up a poem:

    Why do we hate?
    Everyone has their own stories
    Everyone has a reason
    To be the way they are
    Perhaps it would just be better
    To show kindness.
    Because perhaps all that person needs
    Is someone to be nice to them.
    Perhaps you will find this person
    Is not so bad after all.
    And what is hate in the end?
    It is only a thing that causes discord
    And it is a thing that drives people away.
    So do someone a favor and be their friend today.

  2. tamarlilienthal

    I see an airplane,
    Soaring its wings through the sky.
    No one knows where it is off to.
    Lonely, it flies on.

    Soaring it’s wings through the sky,
    On the edges you see little lights.
    Lonely, it flies on,
    The plane dances through the air.

    On the edges you see little lights,
    To alert others of its coming.
    The plane dances through the air,
    Gracefully overpowering the heavens.

    To alert others of its coming,
    The airplane makes noise before landing.
    It comes to the ground with a thud.
    I see an airplane!

  3. I am dead.
    If you knew me, you’d feel dead too.
    The word depression doesn’t cut it.
    It’s me, and there’s nothing you can do.

    If you knew me, you’d feel dead too.
    Staring into my casket on this sad day.
    It’s me, and there’s nothing you can do.
    You don’t know me, why do you cry?

    Staring into my casket on this sad day,
    Do you wish it hadn’t happened?
    You don’t know me, why do you cry?
    It’s not your fault, no one knows you did it.

    Do you wish it hadn’t happened?
    The word depression doesn’t cut it.
    You wish you could take my place, but you can’t.
    I am dead.

    I feel as if I need to comment on this. First, this poem is not related to me at all. Second, in case it’s not clear, the first stanza is about a depressed person, the second is about someone who committed suicide, the third is about a person feeling as if a death was their fault, and the forth is a mother losing her child.

  4. Being Glass

    And so her heart was fragile
    People don’t understand
    You need to be gentle
    Softly take her hand

    People don’t understand
    She’s surely been through a lot
    Softly take her hand
    Give her a second thought

    She’s surely been through a lot
    It can’t be easy being glass
    Give her a second thought
    Treat her with class

    It can’t be easy being glass
    You need to be gentle
    She’s been broke before
    And so her heart is fragile

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