Today’s prompt at NaPoWriMo.net was to borrow a line, word or an idea as the core of our new poem. I chose a random line from the Twitter bot tweeting lines by Sylvia Plath – “She would rather be dead than fat”. What followed as a result reflects my honest opinion. Smiles.
In Day 3 I offer you this attempt at looking at the current emergency with a sense of humour. Poetic Asides offered the prompt of ‘Follow [blank]’, and NaPoWriMo site suggested poets to generate a list of rhymes/near rhymes from a set of words of our choice. I looked around and picked up words like desktop, face cream, file. Then, I used my original ones, to be honest, although I checked the generated word pool and was quite intent to use those, as well. As usual, I did simply follow my poetic pen.
There is a corner on my balcony, rather a narrow area just next to its end, which happens to be my favourite nook when outside.
There I have all the balcony’s width and its depth as nothing blocks me from lifting my feet on the railing. I have the view to the yard and the street, but also, I have a window just on my right to see, when I want to, the kitchen inside, and part of the stairs, and also the huge aquarium full of out-of-this-world fish fighting all day and night.
There is also just space enough for me to stretch, cuddle or lean on the railing still being close to the tiny retractable coffee table where to place my book, or e-reader – get modern, come on!
And what tops it all is its place – at the end of the balcony, so no one walks behind to reach other areas. I can sit there and calm the troubles away pretending the world is just sleeping and about to wake to its yesterday’s glamour.
Today, I combined the prompts given at two of my usual prompt sites. Poetic Asides ‘Space‘ and NaPoWriMo ‘Specific place‘. I tried to be specific as was the instruction of the latter, and I hope it’s an enjoyable piece overall.
Hello and welcome to April! Here are the pieces I wrote today for Day 1 of the April PAD. First, we have the Life as metaphor prompt coming from NaPoWriMo. We also got the New World prompt from Poetic Asides. Starting with
Life is like lying on your balcony squinting your eyes at the sun.
You stay there and wait, flexing your pose according to the movement of the sun, placing a cap over your face, then removing it, while the sun progresses on its unaltered course, uninterested in your conscious actions.