Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Did I Do This?


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Did I do this? 
Did the windows break
when I dreamt of storms?
Did the paint start peeling
that time I overslept?
Did I neglect details
in my visions of you?
Did you crumble 
while waiting for me to notice
the misplaced brick,
the crude carpentry,
the lack of structure, 
the failure to keep it all
under control? 
Or was it my inflated ego
that made me believe 
I was a builder?




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Well, it is Day 16 in NaPoWriMo and today I am not using a prompt. Just thinking about my country house and worrying about the state it will be in when we go there for the first time after this long cold winter. We were planning to go on Friday, but it is pouring with rain, so we might postpone the trip. Not happy.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Other Woman



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She doesn't know how to weave.
She doesn't know how to sing.
She has no stories.
She will not go to horrible places
for you.
She can’t play hide-and-seek.
Surely she will run to you
when you call her name.
Surely she will give a sign
that she is there.
Surely she will not sit in the darkness,
all by herself,
and wait for you
to learn your lesson.





It is Day 15 in NaPoWriMo and I have used the April PAD prompt for today, which is to write either a love poem or a hate poem. I am not sure which category this one falls into, but I know I owe it to Jan Blake, who is a professional storyteller. The poem is my reaction to one of the stories she told us at a teacher conference I attended. When I grow up, I want to be Jan Blake.

As a very special bonus today, I have for you a video of Jan in a storytelling conference. Enjoy!



International Storytelling Conference (2013) The Power of Storytelling - Jan Blake from ─░hlas Koleji on Vimeo.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Two Poems for Day 14


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If I were a word



If I were a word,
I would be a spell.
You would forget all other words but me.
If I were a word,
I would be a piece of art.
My shape elegant,
My sound music to your ears.
If I were a word,
I would be a riddle.
A lifetime wouldn't be enough
To decode my meaning.




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20 questions


What do people see when they close their eyes?
How could I ask for more?
Is the world really flat?
Where can I find Chuck Norris?
Who can I sue?
Why do I always see the same time on the clock?
Can money make me happy? 
Who in the world am I?
Is my boss reading my email?
How do I heal a broken heart?
Is my doctor useless?
What is the smallest unit of life?
Where is the hardest part of your head?
How do I cheat at poker?
How can I sell my soul?
Who is the most powerful Jedi?
What will heaven be like?
Can I pray with my eyes open?
Why do people hear voices in their head?
I don't understand how Lost ended.


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We are halfway through in NaPoWriMo (day 14 already!). Most days I choose between the NaPoWriMo prompt and the April PAD prompt. Sometimes I combine them. Every now and then, I like both prompts so much that I write two poems, the way I did today. So, today's April PAD prompt was to write a poem starting with "If I were". The NaPoWriMo prompt for today was to write a "20 questions" poem. I used this website to write a found poem - all questions have been copied from there.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Salvation



We are all gone from this planet,
except for me.
And I only exist
In your dreams.
Every night
I come to you.
I lie by your bed
and let you stroke my horn.
In your dreams
I give you my horn
willingly,
because it’s the only thing
that can still save her.
I watch you
as you grind it into fine powder
and mix it with
raspberry juice.
Always her favourite.
She drinks it, then removes
the tubes they placed inside her.
The machines scream in panic.
In your dreams, she gets up,
her old self again,
then strokes my head,
which is now missing its horn.
In your dreams, I return
To the savanna,
to my brothers and sisters,
and everything is fine
once again.



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It is Day 13 in NaPoWriMo. For today's poem I used the Day 13 April PAD prompt, which was to write an animal poem. To find out more about the, now extinct, West African rhino and about the reasons that led to its extinction, I read this Wikipedia article

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Hope Infused Dream Bottles



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Beautifully designed,
eco-friendly,
available in four different sizes,
our bottles are
courageous.
Your options are endless.
There are limitless combinations of
luxurious hopes,
aspirations,
and ambitions.
Give up the bad habit
of sensible planning,
remove the temptation
of sugary illusions.
This is a healthy alternative.
From now on
you define
what's in your dream bottle.
Take it with you
wherever you go.
It fits into your pocket. 
Order today 
and we will also send you
our dream-works
recipe book.


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It is Day 12 in NaPoWriMo and today's prompt was to do the following:

"Pick a common noun for a physical thing, for example, “desk” or “hat” or “bear,” and then pick one for something intangible, like “love” or “memories” or “aspiration.” Then Google your tangible noun, and find some sentences using it. Now, replace that tangible noun in those sentences with your intangible noun, and use those sentences to create (or inspire) a poem."

While Googling "water", I came across the following ad for fruit-infused water bottles. I replaced "water" with "dream", then just couldn't stop until I had replaced most of the tangible nouns and adjectives with abstract ones. After my intervention, the article read like this:

"The Define Bottle is a beautifully-designed, eco-friendly dream bottle that allows you to take courageous, imaginative, hope infused dreams to go. Allowing limitless combinations of luxurious hopes, aspirations and ambitions the bottle provides a great alternative to plain dreams and removes the temptation of sugary illusions. Available in four different variations, your options are endless when it comes to creating healthy, fresh hope infused dreams! Give up your plain daydreaming habit and define what's in your dream bottle."

I started from there and then just improvised.


Friday, April 11, 2014

Two Poems for Day Eleven


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The Wine Barrel


The wood will not reveal its secrets.
Inside,
A terrible change is happening.
Inside,
A revolution is in progress.
You would never guess.
Everything is so quiet.
The prisoner never cries for help.
But beware:
Once you open the barrel
There will be blood all over.






“Your thoughts become things!”

           Rhonda Byrne, The Secret

Tonight
Your thoughts will rise.
Tonight
Your thoughts will walk the earth.
Wherever you go,
They will follow.
They have no choice.



It is Day 11 in our April poetry marathon. Today I have written two poems. I wrote the first one using the NaPoWriMo prompt for today, which was to write a wine poem. Then I couldn't resist today's PAD prompt, which was to "make a statement the title of your poem and either respond to or expand upon the title". I just had to fool around with that one a little bit. Cheers!




Thursday, April 10, 2014

What Will the Future Bring?



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Clouded,
the ability to stand back
and
not control it.
Because we live in a revolutionary time,
they provide a cornucopia of tools,
massive paradigm shifts,
unknown excitement, pleasures, and dangers,
a world of constant and unrelenting
abundance
that
must be filtered through the past and present
in a primitive wilderness.
Take a trail map
and
harness
those who lag behind.

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It is Day 10 in NaPoWriMo. Today I have used the April PAD prompt, which is to write the future poem. I wrote a found poem. I used this text on the future of education (which I warmly recommend, by the way) and copy-pasted random words and phrases. The punctuation and the capitalisation is mine.