Prompt #30: The End

npm2013_logoEven as I typed out this last prompt, I found it a little anticlimactic. Is that it? All the prompts? I’m done then? I don’t really want to be done. 
No worries. While the prompts won’t continue in the same daily fashion, I look forward to sharing the many great poems that have been shared with me, either in the comment section or via my email at aprilpameticky@hotmail.com . I also will share with you more information about materials that have inspired my own writing journey.  So despite the fact that National Poetry Month is drawing to a close, we will Write On.

Prompt #30: The End… or Telling a story in Reverse

Our brains are uniquely wired to follow narratives.  We love stories.
But sometimes stories don’t unfold naturally, with a beginning, middle, and end.

Try to tell a story in reverse, with the last thing first.  For added depth, consider one of the poetry forms we explored earlier in the month.

Here’s one example I’ve been experimenting with:

Two Fathers and a Birthday

 His reaction was instant,
the flush sweeping up his face—
I image the tiny capillaries bursting from the force.
His hands balled fists,
the nails digging dried and dead cells from the centers of his palms.

Causal Relationship I
A kick, lashing out, not even from the hip, just the knee,
as if tapped by a reflex hammer,
sweeping the feet out from under the tiny body
that slammed into the floor,
the air compressed from lungs
so that the ragged cry was delayed.

Causal Relationship II
At four he should’ve known better,
but daddy pointed and smiled
and it seemed so funny just to hall back and hit that guy in the balls,
the guy who was teasing him,
and daddy didn’t like him anyway,
so that’s just what he did,
just hauled back like a pitcher on the mound,
let his fist go like a rock flying from a sling shot.

Causal Relationship III
Her chubby fists clutched at his ears, a tree-monkey,
and he had both hands full of her knees so that she wouldn’t go
tilting backwards.  She felt safe,
which was all that really mattered.
He teased the four-year-old who had picked
on his daughter, calling him four-year-old names like
pooper-scooper, and dookie-head.
He didn’t see the fist coming.

Causal Relationship IV
The sling-shot fist landed with precision,
was rewarded with a high-five,
while daddy with a tree-monkey struggled NOT to buckle,
his face a Dali.

I sat on the couch, considering another piece of cake,
mildly concerned that the 55 gallon fish tank
might be the real ‘victim’ in all of this if it didn’t survive,
and I couldn’t wait for the whole slew to get the
hell out of my house.

Prompt #29: Paying Homage

As April draws to a close, I find this nearly-last prompt bittersweet.  While I am enthused to begin revising my new body of work, I have enjoyed simply responding to the prompts with no direction other than inspiration.  I think we are often too busy writing ‘productively,’ that we forget to write for the joy of it.

Prompt #29: Paying Homage

Do you have a favorite poem?  Something that speaks to your heart, always giving you a little zing every time you read it?

For me, just about anything by Khalil Gibran moves me.  I realize that his poetry may have fallen out of ‘fashion,’ or worse, that modern poets find him sentimental.  That doesn’t change the way his work moves me.

Consider your own favorite poem [I realize you may have to narrow your search down arbitrarily].

Then choose a line.  Use it as the first line of your new poem.

I liked the line “Humanity rages like a tempest, but I sigh in silence,” from Gribran.  Feel free to search through http://www.poemhunter.com/ and http://www.poets.org/index.php .

Prompt #28: In the Company of Strangers

Prompt #28: In the Company of Strangers…

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog #200

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-200

“Take the phrase ‘In the Company of [blank],’ and replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem.  Possible titles might include: “In the Company of Strangers,” “In the Company of Poets,” and “In the Company of Abraham Lincoln.”

Prompt #27: The Journey

When you saw today’s prompt, did you immediately think to yourself, “Don’t Stop Believing?” Hmmm, maybe you can use that energy! Don’t forget that you can share your work in the comment section or by emailing me.  You can also ‘like’ my new facebook author page at: http://www.facebook.com/pages/April-Pameticky-author/515829111789234

Prompt #27: The Journey

luggageI am a terrible traveler.  I want to BE THERE ALREADY.  It doesn’t matter if it’s a road trip to Texas, or a flight to California.  While vaguely intrigued by the idea of taking a train, I am realistic enough to know that I’ll probably dislike that as well.  Is there a trip in your past worth revisiting?  Is it really, then, the journey that matters, not the destination?

Prompt #26: Dread

There are just a few more days for National Poetry Month–it is my hope you now have a large collection of poems that you can work with, revise, and build on. (yes, I ended a sentence with a preposition: sweet)

Prompt #26: Dread

Dread is such a heavy word, describing a sensation that moves more slowly than fear.  Explore a time in your life when you were overcome by this feeling.  Make every effort NOT to use the following words or any variation of them: Fear, afraid, scared, and frightened.