Yesterday, I danced samba for the first time ever. I don’t love dance classes. They tire me out more than a good ride or a skate or a hot yoga class do.
Yet…I am drawn to samba. I’m sure I’ll do it again, actually.
I tried not to think too hard about these prompts. Maybe I’m tired in the home stretch. Maybe I’m learning to take myself less seriously. Who knows? I don’t, not yet.
Prompt (Day) 25: Write a Response Poem
I chose mondo for this prompt in response to my Day 24 or 25 poem about peonies. (Which, I discovered, I love!)
Does the ant lick open peony? No, only a myth.
Prompt (Day) 26: Write a Love/Not Love Poem
Two-prompt Tuesday strikes again! The Writer’s Digest PAD Challenge prompt was posted late enough that I actually used the NaPoWriMo prompt to inform the Love poem. We were supposed to include an Homeric simile in today’s NaPoWriMo prompt. Technically, I think I achieved it.
I need to tell you that this is one of those poems I don’t love. (Despite the theme.) The formatting comes out wonky on mobile. I love the sentiment but not the delivery. The snowball and preteen language references Elf (the movie, duh) and Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood.
Believe it or not, this is a love poem about the Chisos Basin in Big Bend National Park.
LOVE POEM
The stars before dawn
appear brighter than
the LED streetlamps
of our crowded city
teeming with passersby
who would not
appreciate the glimmering sky
on a morning
so crisp that
it would smack you
in the face
as a snowball
smacks the face of
a lonely preteen
ganged up on
in the park after
a fresh snowfall.
No, they wouldn’t.
For the Not Love poem, I kept it to prose poetry. A flash of an idea I needed to express. Technically, I guess this is also an Homeric simile.
What if your indifference didn’t hang as limp as a bedsheet drifts from the backyard clothesline on a muggy day? The rusted poles stain our sheets orange.
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