NaPoWriMo 2020, Day 14, Under the influence.

Under the influence

Blake

Anger with

friends and foes

Plath

Lady Lazarus

rising from ashes

Cope

Hating you

all the while

Today’s optional prompt asks to think about your own inspirations and forebears (whether literary or otherwise). Specifically we're challenged today to write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems. These could be poems/poets/poeple that you strive to be like, or even poems, poets, and people that you strive not to be like. There are as many ways to go with this prompt as there are ways to be inspired.

The first three poets that popped into my mind were William Blake, Sylvia Plath and Wendy Cope.

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 13: Sorry not sorry

Sorry not sorry

I’m not saying that

I am responsible for

the miracle of

her birth.  Her fab mummy does

warrant a mention of course.

If I get a bit

proprietary and steal

ALL the baby hugs. 

It’s okay.  It’s the coin for

having the best faux aunty.

In the world!  The lil

chicken does concur could not

wait to meet me

that is why we share the same

birthday.  She steals my heart and

I steal all the hugs

I think I should be lauded

magnanimous I’ve

been known to share hugs, allowing

others at least five minutes.

Today's prompt was to write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen.  I

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 12: Gratitude Grounds Us

Gratitude Grounds Us

Gratitude grounds us in times like these.

It's true I've much to be thankful for.

We isolate to protect from this disease.

Gratitude grounds us in times like these.

I garden, see more butterflies and bees.

Others take an hours walk outdoors.

Gratitude grounds us in times like these.

It's true I've much to be thankful for.

Today's prompt was to write a triolet an eight line poem, but with five original lines, and some repeated lines, giving the triolet a rhyming scheme ABaAabAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines.

NaPoWriMo 2020, Day 11: Garland Speech

       John Everett Millais: Ophelia

Garland Speech

"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance, pray you, love, remember."

When

your love

bid you follow.

I 

grew rosemary

by my backdoor.

Prayed

hard an

fervently "remember me".

"What 

will I

do with my

mornings?

Mournings? "Grown

for two ends".

Herrick 

sagely advised

bridall or burriall.

Hope

is perennial.

It pays dividends.

Today's prompt was to create a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings. 

I've always found Ophelia's garland speech particularly poignant and doing a little research around the symbolic meaning of Rosemary discovered that Herrick had a poem that reflects rosemary's use in both bridal bouquets and burial wreaths.

NaPoWriMo 2020, Day 10: Mindfulvie By The Sea

Mindfulvie by the sea inspired me.

Holistics

huddle on

Zoom. New connections.

Mindfulvie

our inspiration

shares her acrostic.

Exhilarated

Grab my

pen, get creative.

Moment.

Live in

it. Each second.

Inspiration.

Seek out

people and words.

Nature.

Get outside.

Ground and breathe.

Dream.

Visualise everyday

Unfolding in beauty.

Faith.

Universe it

has your back.

Understand.

Everyone is

doing their best.

Love.

Yourself exactly

as you are.

Nurture.

Undertake daily

self care practice.

Enjoy.

Movement, pleasure

bodies, not punish.

Scribe.

Journaling, gratitudes,

write forgiveness letters.

Surrender.

Concede what

you can't control.

So today's prompt was to create a hay(na)ku, a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem. 

Today's image was the acrostic writing that I had created after attending an online Zoom meeting run by Sue Perrett called the "Holistic Huddle".  Today's guest speaker was Vicky Eldridge who had shared her own acrostic mindfulness writing.

I wrote my mindfulness acrostic writing before reading today's NaPoWriMo prompt but found that what I had written would really translate well into the hay (na) ku.

NaPoWriMo 2020, Day 9, Mama Moon

Prompt for the day write a “concrete” poem – a poem in which the lines and words are organized to take a shape that reflects in some way the theme of the poem.

NaPoWriMo 2020, Day 8: I am not ready for anything to happen

I am not ready

for anything to happen.

Uncertain times have robbed

us of routine; hours, days and weeks.

Merge like a child's paint pallette.

Muddled and muddied,

all definition is lost.

Technology tries

to connect, but we still we

hunger from touch starvation.

Today's prompt was to use a poetry bot to generate our first line.  Of course I chose Sylvia Plath Bot.