Reflections on NaPoWriMo 2018

Well, it’s been a while since I visited this page. This April was my first attempt at the annual National Poetry Writing Month challenge. Although I didn’t quite make it to the finish line, I managed to amass around 25 poems. That’s a personal YAY for me! There are a few that I did not have time to post, but they do exist in a notebook somewhere. It’s fair to say that towards end of the month poetry writing got away from me when everyday life took over and distracted me from my creativity. I may post the last few poems at another time simply to acknowledge that they were actually written. In the meantime, I’m happy to report that this exercise did serve the purpose of rebooting my fiction writing – which is why I took up the mantle initially. It seemed that I needed to switch gears creatively for a bit as I became stymied by my fictional world. I doubt that I will completely abandon this format for my blog, but the poetry may be shelved for a bit. Thank you to those who took time to read and comment, I truly appreciate it!

~S.T. Marie

NaPoWriMo – Poem #22

My comet
brightest flash
in the night sky
out of reach

You are lost to me
your light
sliding through the black
endless space
overhead, outshining
every star

I watch your path
through the speckled
infinity above
gravity of your being
pulling stars in its wake
rearranging them
in the sky

NOTE: This poem is inspired by the NaPoWriMo.net prompt for Day #22 – take a statement about impossible things and write a poem in which they occur. I used the saying: “The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.”

NaPoWriMo – Poem #21

The field a restless sea
yellow and white blooms
swirling in eddies
narcissistic tendencies
bobbing their delicate heads
with the setting of the sun

Golden trumpets
sigh to the fading light
whispering echoes
against the winds
in the language of longing
desire unfulfilled

NOTE: This poem is inspired by the NaPoWriMo.net prompt for Day #21 – writing a poem based upon the myth of Narcissus.

 

NaPoWriMo – Poem #18

Is the image something beautiful or lost amidst forgotten dreams
Silently gliding through the unknown, seeking, daring, listing
Memories are fleeting things, darkness, flash, and glow
The riverbed is winding, pathway for the soul
Guardians line the shore protecting every bend
Against the boat that carries them to their final beds
Mists that float and fly away without a second thought
I’ve forgotten the way; I cannot follow beyond this gentle pass

For the source poem, please see By the Stream by Paul Laurence Dunbar.

NOTE: This poem is inspired by the Day 18 prompt from NaPoWriMo.net – to write a revision/response poem based upon an existing piece. For the instructions, see the full blog post here.

NaPoWriMo – Poem #17

on the importance of beer

one sunny day,
many years ago,
while water skiing on the lake
Grandpa started to sink
beneath the surface,
somehow managing to keep
his beer from spilling,
yet allowing his dentures
to sink into the seaweed garden below

NOTE: This poem is inspired by the Day 17 prompt from NaPoWriMo.net – to write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time.