NaPoWriMo Day 8 Prompt is long

It’s complicated!

  • 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.

NaPoWriMo Day 7 – The Great Divide

The prompt today was to create a poem that is also in the form of a list.

The Great Divide

To make a home you need more than bricks and mortar
Or well seasoned timbers.
You need money to furnish your nest
With warm beds and comfortable chairs
And food in the fridge and the cupboards.

Your cupboards must never be empty.
Love is never enough when you’re hungry
And you have no money for pleasure.

What you may have is too much time.
You may try very hard to be happy
You may cling to each other with sadness
But the world won’t let love exist
When the power goes out in the winter
You children won’t stand a chance.

In an ideal world there is warmth and laughter
The table will never be empty.
The house will smell of warm baked bread
Angel cakes rise in the oven.

Outside the windows the sun will be shining.
You will sit in the shade in your garden
Watching your children play,
Forgetting the great divide
Between nothing at all and plenty

© A.Chakir 2023

Roman Noses

my poems don’t have Roman noses
they never dip down at the end
they may be a little broken
as I am, in my middle
they may dip and bend
here and there
but the truth hurts
so I always lift up the tip

© A.Chakir 2023

Day 6 ~ Poems from the French and Portuguese

Todays prompt was to read a poem in a language you are not too familiar with (so that basically you don’t understand it) and then, just from the sound of it write a poem of your own – I did two from French and Portuguese

Alone in the Dark

I contemplate my foolishness baffled by
the contrast of smoke and pure air
the leaves rustle outside my window
a piano is playing next door

I hear a tender tune of meetings in this moment
a song of the night, the earth
the dance of eternal stars,
inexorably close to my heart

The night again! after days of comedy
with no laughter, the sadness, my sickness
can’t be cured by the beautiful flowers.

The universe responds, but I cannot subsist
the days repeat and repeat, shouting encore.
My life is only sadness as I sit here alone in the dark.

Love is urgent

The urgencies of love
made me embark
on rough seas

the urgencies of desperate love
solid, square and cruel
bring my lament to the waves,
crashing around my feet

it’s urgent, it’s all going by too fast
so many kisses I sought in the cornfields
looking for roses and rivers
and open clear days

is my heart so impure
that I can’t find the light?
This love is urgent.
I came to the estuary
and now I am lost in the sea

© A.Chakir 2023

Day 5 ~ Flirting with Isaac

My mother, looks vague

as we gather around her bed.

My sons, my grandchildren, my daughter-in-law

trying to make conversation

that doesn’t completely exclude her,

though she’s deaf and has dementia.

We struggle.

I consider her birdlike limbs.

She looks at me deeply puzzled.

She doesn’t know who I am.

Isaac her gentle carer

holds a drink to her lips,

stroking back her hair,

that inadequate cap to her skull.

He’s asking her how she feels.

‘Exactly the same’, she says

‘Exactly the same?’ he asks.

‘Exactly the same’ she says

‘As I was ten minutes ago

When everyone in here asked.’

We all laugh.

I see a diamond glint in her eyes,

a humourous flash of cunning.

She’s enjoying herself.

Ninety-five years old,

Flirting with Isaac

Teasing, smiling, still winning.

© A.Chakir 2023

Todays prompt was to use laughter and the juxtaposition between grief and joy, sorrow and reprieve. 

Day 4 ~ The Man with Lambs in his Eyes

Today’s prompt was to write a triolet.

 A triolet is an eight-line poem. All the lines are in iambic tetrametre (for a total of eight syllables per line), and the first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines. This means that the poem begins and ends with the same couplet. Beyond this, there is a tight rhyme scheme (helped along by the repetition of lines) — ABaAabAB.

But I decided to play with it so I have written a double-triolet and a triad.

The Man with Lambs in His Eyes

the Ocado man came today
the sunshine arrived in his trail
he saw the spring lambs on his way
the Ocado man came today
he’d been watching the spring lambs play
they’d danced all his worries away
the Ocado man came today
and sunshine arrived in his trail

seeing the mirror this morning
I looked deeply into my eyes
I saw a strange sign and a warning
seeing the mirror this morning
no recognised face was forming
it gave me a total surprise
seeing the mirror this morning
I looked into faded dark eyes

the Ocado man came today
with lambs dancing in his eyes
and wiped all my troubles away

© A.Chakir 2023

Day 3 napowrimo ~ Sunshine

the morning is gloomy and overcast
the weather forecast says it won’t last
but that voice on the radio sounds kind of dead
it might only be the state of my head

the day may improve when there’s more light
I was tossing and turning in dreams all last night
I forgot to turn the clocks forward an hour
outside the window primroses and daffodils flower

a ray of light is hiding from sight
a swallow appears in high looping flight
amassed clouds take on a fine luminescence
the sun breaks through, a glorified essence

a bright golden glow bursts through the gloom
a shaft, a sunbeam breaks into my room
I’m bathed in bright sunshine the room can’t confine
I feel uplifting joy, amazing, divine

burning and turning my heart is a choir
singing with joy and celestial fire
spinning and whirling, breaking free and ecstatic
knowing my moods are often erratic

the shadows have broken and I’m still alive
the sun has arrived

© A.Chakir 2023

Day 3 prompt

I wasn’t so keen on today’s prompt as I have used it quite often in the past so I have taken a prompt from elsewhere (a writer’s group responding to poetry month). It is to write a poem about sunshine in rhyming couplets.

Day Two ~napowrimo ~ Hermes Drift

Hermes Drift

a miraculous form wrapped in feathers
closing the eyes of the day
opens his own eyes wide
Athena’s child
flashes through beams of moonlight
his wing curves create an all-knowing smile in the cleft of night
how swift he is in bringing death
to the thoughtless feasting of earth

a confusion of eyes look upward

through milk-merged, mist-soaked, fur-fleeting air
he falls, tearing the skin of the firmament with his sudden cry

the river floats on by
filling the veins and arteries that lead to the vastness of oceans
where Neptune’s hair shelters the young, as yet unformed, children of gentle Salacia’s sighs

the right hand of Zeus slices the wind and the rain
above the sea-salt beds
where two brothers will never be parted
bound as they are by a miracle unsurpassed
essential to every life

silver-backed fish shoal, slip-witted and swift
driven by beautiful Hermes in a trick of the gods
and mercurial wisdom switches this way and that
in an image painted with fishtails
showing us moving atoms unseen by a naked eye

And what is longing, what is hiraeth, what is yearning
but a sense of old displacements
from banks of shifting sand?
It’s the magnetic current
spawned in our deepest wishes
that persistently calls us home on elusive tides.

© A.Chakir 2023

Day One #napowrimo (the prompt was a book title)

Practical Taxidermy

Here I am
strapped to a frame,
a never changing armature
holds me in its tight grip,
preserved in formaldehyde,
polished and preened,
displayed on a shelf
under a spotlight
my guts torn out
and burned on the fire.
My skin is so cold.

How is this me?
Where are my entrails,
my being,
my soul.

The eyes remain dead,
despite all their efforts
to keep the light twinkling in glass.
It’s not me.

Why preserve a thing so lacking in spirit?
They should have installed me
inside a badger,
a crow or a fox.

© A.Chakir 2023