I suffered at the sight of today’s prompt. It features twenty points to be included in our poems. I made it and now can’t wait to read other people’s.
Prompt 5: “It’s called the ‘Twenty Little Poetry Projects,’ and was originally developed by Jim Simmerman. … The challenge is to use/do all of the following in the same poem.”
- Begin the poem with a metaphor.
- Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
- Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
- Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
- Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
- Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
- Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
- Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
- Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
- Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
- Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
- Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
- Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
- Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
- Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
- Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
- Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
- Use a phrase from a language other than English.
- Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
- Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.
This had to be some kind of a test, right? In the sense: who doesn’t rebel is only half alive? And you have used it before, all of it, with fantastic results? Really?
After having written all my NaPoWriMo poems to prompts for two years and four days, today I came the closest to quitting.
Anyway, I made it through and – in my opinion – covered all twenty points. Fun is not so easy to feel and have these days, but today it’s been had. Thanks for that. But one more like this, and I’m out of here.
Comes the time
Comes the time when naked truth sets us free.
We shall smell what feels wrong
and hear what looks right
and choose and prevail.
Comes the time when nature starts celebrating
locked up humans
and takes over,
and the time has come.
Comes the time when swans swarm Venice,
a badger runs in Florence,
goats seize Llandudno,
and Jerry Lee Lewis purrrs from the quarantine.
Comes the time when women forget
they have hit menopause
and stop reading fiction
because reality beats anything ever fabricated.
Comes the time when the dog looks up
and says seriously
“Nobody is going to believe you”
and then never speaks again.
Comes the time when amore says
“Me l’hai fatto a peperini”
but he is only joking.
Actually, he adds, it’s even worse, “peperini piccoli”.
Comes the time when Mexi meanders between rebel and poet
but chooses to bear the pontifical pressure
of this Monty Python of a prompt
Comes the time when people heal by touch
and taste through skin
and my ikigai is finally found
as the Supreme Unifier of All Good.
Comes the time
when all fun is taken out of poetry,
but not quite yet.
Naked. True. Free. Fun.
And here is our neighbourhood bunny from three days ago but I saw him just earlier again. Bestia wanted to play with him so much that he squealed when the bunny hopped away.