NAPOWRIMO DAY #8

Today’s prompt:
Write a poem composed of fragments, with the odd lines focusing on a concrete scene and the even lines focusing on a metaphysical issue.

Post your poem to comments!

Reminders
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Posted on April 8, 2013, in NaPoWriMo. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Dejah Sibblies

    Hi I don’t really understand how to do this poem prompt. Can someone please explain it to me? Merci!

    -Dejah 🙂

    • Hey Dejah,

      It’s kind of a mishmash.
      Line 1 – focus on a concrete scene
      Line 2 – focus on a metaphysical idea
      Line 3 – focus on a concrete scene
      Line 4 – focus on a metaphysical idea
      Line 5 – focus on a concrete scene
      Line 6 – focus on a metaphysical idea

      If you still have questions, let me know!
      🙂

  2. I just can’t do it any more
    the pain that I felt before
    I tried I’ve cried and said goodbye
    nothing will take the place of a friend
    I don’t want to start all over again.

  3. tamarlilienthal

    This was quite an experiment! I did my best:

    Is black.
    Like segregated in society.
    Short and large.
    The obesity concern of all Americans.
    Is fluffy.
    Like clouds, I don’t understand their meaning.
    Is a dog.
    Cute and cuddly.

  4. Meanwhile

    I open up my eyes
    A flurry of thoughts come rushing through
    I walk out the door
    Trepid towards the day planned with you
    I slowly drive away
    Got to get a grip on my apprehension
    I roll to a stop
    Shake loose and let go of all this tension
    I turn on the radio
    Heart’s beating its own rhythm
    I await your arrival
    Close my eyes and just listen
    I unlock the car doors
    Letting you in hasn’t been easy
    I watch you sit down
    Stomach drops and I feel queasy
    You ask me a question
    Mind is racing for all the answers
    You tell me where to go
    Jump, leap, twirl just like a dancer
    You guide me someplace
    Staying focused is getting harder
    You walk me inside
    Hear words only full of ardor
    You look nervous
    Got it written all over my face
    You are contemplative
    Between us there’s hardly any space
    You say you’re happy
    Insides twist at these expressions
    You take a deep breath
    These hands are your possessions

  5. Staring Down the Enemy

    Their weapons are trained.
    I try and hold onto myself.
    Their rifles are aimed.
    I try not to go berserk.
    I am the prize to obtain.
    It fights against me.
    They’ll catch me to get fame.
    I’m at breaking point.
    To hunt me they’ve trained.
    Against myself I strain.
    My capture is their bane.
    I let go.
    They die.
    I’m lost in fury.
    I won.
    -Hannah O’Neal

    I made this poem so that it was describing the same scene in real time. Starting with the first line, it talks about what’s physically happening. Starting with the second line, it talks about Saphira’s mental struggle during the scene.
    This is a poem about Saphira, a fire and metal elemental hunted by assassins in my novel-in-progress, “War On Saphira”.
    Hope you liked it!

  6. I hear a door slam
    Will Daddy leave us?
    I hear a yell, then silence
    I wonder if it’s all over
    My younger sister huddles close
    Is it safe to go out?
    I grab her hand and look
    I act brave, but I’m afraid of what I might see
    I peek around the corner
    The world stops spinning
    I see my older brother
    Thankful he is the same size as my father
    Protecting our mother
    “Please make Dad go away…”
    Our father turns and leaves, never coming back
    My heart leaps, rejoicing it’s over
    We run to our mother and brother
    We’ll be together and stay strong

    (I’m thankful to have both a mom and a dad, who love each other. But I know there are many families out there who are not together, I feel so sorry for them. I can not comprehend what that is like, but my sympathies to all of you.)

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