27 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 27 – Begin with the title “The Poem I’d Never Write.” Then, write that poem.

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The Poem I’d Never Write

that poem

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(I tried, I honestly did… but nothing came out…)

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26 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 26 – Gather some magazines/catalogs you don’t mind cutting up and spend ten minutes flipping through them looking for words/sentences that spark your interest. Cut out the words as you go, and (at the end of the ten minutes) arrange the words to form a cut-out poem.

I don’t have any literature in English that I wouldn’t mind destroying but I have the most basic set of fridge poetry, which seems to be a reasonable substitute for this particular task.

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25 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 25 – Write a poem that includes all of the following words: pistachio, ink, pebble, weather, varnish.

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N O V E M B E R
Even the word itself is depressing –
Cold winds, pebble sized hail…
I try to peer out of my window
But it seems to be covered in ink.
The weather is fucking devious!
Let’s say rains a lot
And then there’s this one
Really Cold Night
And the next morning
Everything looks as if covered in
A thick layer of varnish
Except it is ice.
Ice ice baby…
No crampons? Good luck!
Better stay indoors,
Find that packet of pistachios
You bought last week but forgot
And devour its contents in one go.
You’ll feel better, I promise.

23 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 23 – Write a seven line poem that begins with “it’s true that fresh air is good for the body” (from Frank O’Hara’s poem “Ave Maria”) and ends with “this is our body” (from Gary Snyder’s “The Bath”).

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it’s true that fresh air is good for the body
but we all know air is invisible
and so are ghosts that reside in it
so every time you’re having sex outside
the spirits around you are whispering:
do you mind?
this is our body!

22 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 22 – What is the first car you bought/drove/remember? Write a poem about it.

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Orange, rugged, bulky and strong
Slow and thirsty and not exactly new
The fun the times we had are long
Gone but I still remember you

Speeding was never my favourite game
Nor yours, we shared a different lust
Since we parted, mud’s not been the same
But you’re old and too fond of rust 😦

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20 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 20 – Write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory.

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It was a sunny day in March
Or maybe in April
The snow had melted away
Like one day my illusions would
But back then I knew nothing of these things
I was just a kid, playing in mud
On a walk with my dad
I did not know that other dads were not like mine
That not all dads threatened to leave
That not all dads drank a lot of bitter water
That not all dads made moms cry so often
But back then I was so small
And the sun shone so brightly
And dad wasn’t doing any of those things at the moment
So I kept on jumping in puddles and laughing
Until we came upon a ditch
One day there would be a house there
But that day was yet to come
On that sunny day in March
(Or maybe in April)
I found a little yellow flower on the edge of that ditch
Like a tiny sun
Defying all odds
Blooming there all alone
I was just a kid playing in mud
I did not know that one day this tiny sun
This yellow little flower in all that mud
Would become a metaphor
For my broken childhood

19 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 19 – Imagine yourself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem using what you’ve imagined as an extended metaphor for writing.

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OK, let’s do this…
I open the doors to my wardrobe of ideas,
There’s all sorts here, old and new.
Some look hopeful, others do their best to hide:
They know the Day of Reckoning is upon them.
Hmm, this one looks all right, I’ll use it.
Oh gods, what was I thinking back then?!
Nope… hopelessly late for that one…
This here is so lovely but would suit someone else’s style
Much better than mine.
Mercilessly, I sort them into piles:
Some are good as they come,
Some need to be taken apart and changed,
Some just need to go, no debating allowed.
And now there’s room for more.