Today's prompt from napowrimo.net is "to write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems." Your 95th Birthday
10 year old me listens, enthralled as standing tall, hands folded a schoolgirl inside you recite a poem of the Titanic For years now all through school I imagined you who lived to 102 and the age you were at each historic event to place time in my mind only now to realize when the Titanic went down you were 14 hearing of a world freezing slow into slumber even as you rose up from the birthing waters of childhood into adolescence I still search for the poem. For today I've written a riddle. Please give the answer a guess via the Contact Us page if you would like! If the blossom's a mussel
I am a pearl a lustrous treasure of life for the world. The following poem is written in response to this prompt, which you can find at http://www.napowrimo.net/ : "write a poem based on an image from a dream. "
When my eyes opened the grief closed in cold tears freezing me to the bed frame if I tried to pull free I'd bleed You were dead. I had seen you your skin cold ivory your lips blue abyss The mocking sunrise held no warmth til your text's touch melted me free. The following poem is written in response to this prompt, which you can find at http://www.napowrimo.net/ : "write a poem about a specific place — a particular house or store or school or office. Try to incorporate concrete details..." My castle was an evergreen
at the corner of our house a pine with a special branch all my own The branch was my turret from which I could behold all the realm of fairy lawn wonder's home Each dewdrop on the grass a sprite each dandelion a school for children quite as small as seeds to learn each sunbeam's hue I would descend the staircase of needley spiral boughs to sit on scented carpet and read to princes two It's the first day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo!
The following poem is written in response to this prompt, which you can find at http://www.napowrimo.net/ : "write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances. For example, bowling, or shopping for socks, or shoveling snow, or teaching a child to tie shoes." I am the pull of the kite string the yearning to soar beyond to dance in my dreams the fleeing the ground the longing to leave it behind. Sometimes a little hand who understands holds on tight to fly with me. |
AuthorHi! My name is Martina, and I write picture books, riddles, limericks, additional poems, and puppet shows. I taught first grade, second grade, and kindergarten in the United States and now live in Switzerland where I enjoy good stories and poems with my husband and our three children. Archives
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