WTH is NaPoWriMo
Like I said in a prior column, (a/k/a the first column) April is National Poetry Month. I am hoping that you all are curious and will start to read poems on various websites, such as poets.org and poetryfoundation.org. With all those stanzas and verses in your face, you are thinking about writing your own poetry. Which would be fantastic. A cool gift for your favorite human. So, you can join, NaPoWriMo. I’m envisioning and reading your facial expression; what the hell does NaPoWriMo mean and stand for? Well, shoutout to poet Maureen Thorson, the creator of National Poetry Writing Month which is also in April. NaPoWriMo has the same vibe as NaNoWriMo (yes, I will write about it, but you could try Google too.) Ms. Thorson started writing a poem of the day and she posted her work on her blog. She ended up with thirty poems in thirty days. Other people thought it was a cool idea and joined her quest; participants ended up writing thirty poems of their own. (see, it all ties together!)
If you just said to yourself or out loud; there is no way I can write a poem a day. I disagree. There are different types of poetry and most of you have a friend or two. Split up the task and start writing or typing. I have done it and I will do it with you. You have to create a brand new poem. We do not want, cater to or engage in plagiarism. Plagiarism is “the practice of taking someone else’s work or ideas and passing them off as one’s own.” Definition from the Oxford Languages
I could provide a prompt (suggestive action or topic to germinate your seeds for writing). This column might not be posted on April 1st, (maybe) so I might have to double up on one or two days. You might have to take the critters to the vet or need more sleep, so you might have to double up too. So here are the 1st set of prompts: April 1st-water, April 2nd-shoe, April 3rd-trees, April 4th-calculator, April 5th-spoon, April 6th-parade, April 7th-song.
Okay, here is my first poem for the month of April.
Sight Blurred
Those rivulets of alkaline water
by Carol Durant
Wended their way
Over my pores
Tenuously rested on my chin
I wiped them away
The pain remains Stay focused, stay positive and Write On!
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