Day Fifteen on APRIL 15, 2024
Keep those poems coming, folks! We’re halfway through the challenge as of today.
Today, our featured participant is Karen Kendrick, whose anaphoristic poem for Day 14 revels in imagery from
the natural world.
Today’s daily resource is The Shakespeare & Company Interview, a podcast recorded on-site at the renowned
Paris bookstore. While not all do, many of the episodes feature poets/poetry.
And now for our prompt – optional, as always! Today, we’d like to encourage you to take a look at @StampsBot,
and become inspired by the wide, wonderful, and sometimes wacky world of postage stamps. For example, while
it certainly makes sense that China would issue a stamp featuring a panda, it’s less clear to us why the Isle of Man
should feel the need to honor 2001: A Space Odyssey in stamp form. From Romanian mushrooms to Sudanese
weavers to the Marshall Islands getting far too excited over personal computing, stamps are a quasi-lyrical,
quasi-bizarre look into what different cultures (or at least their postal authorities) hold dear.
And if you’re not on or able to access the @StampsBot account, fear not! You may find an inspiring stamp
or two by perusing the online “International Philately” (say that three times fast) exhibit from the National
Postal Museum.
Happy writing!
:
The freckled Cow gives
a whole pail of milk
to any who come
to sing songs to her;
the louder they sing
the more milk she squirts
she does not care
how awful the sound
or how dandruff-ed your scalp
as long as you sing
with unfeigned delight, a heart song
likewise, in nature,
Spring does not happen
because the sun rises high
it happens because it is sung to:
by the laughing kookaburras,
the loudmouthed cockatoos,
the warbling magpies,
and nightingales too
by buzzing chimes that come
from spirited bees
that zippity zappy to her
Spring gives not a hoot
how awful the sound
nor the count of hay dust
as long as it’s loud and bouncy…
this brings me to Moon
when she is not full
scrawny, her cheeks in shadows
she looks to the stars
to sing cosmic songs
and slowly, she fattens
with stardust
Moon does not care
how angelic or awful
as long as the notes
bloat her moonbeams
so Cow moos at you
Spring bursts forth with color
Moon sends down a mirror
to help you see your choler —
she adds spells to your senses
and bright-torches your soul
’till bubbles fill your head
that you turn to look up
awe, her power entices–
a reminder
of you,
through the mirror,
being sung to.
© selma
Note: the poems for the weekend, the 13th and 14th, are presented
belatedly in the blog post here (if you care to read)
This is my fourth try at National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), and this time
around I’m trying not to spend so much time ‘perfecting’ a task that needs more time
to reach a satisfactory closure. I’m a slow poke after all…
You, my friends, are the first to see me in this vulnerable state. If you think of a
better word to fit in the first draft presented here, please don’t hold back–let me
know. I will be forever grateful.
Thanks for being here with me as I try to work on these first drafts on my
phone–outdoors, weather permitting.
Thanks for reading my Day 15
- Day 29: NaPoWriMo 2024–Inside Love Incandescent - April 29, 2024
- Day 28: NaPoWriMo 2024– - April 28, 2024
- Day 27: NaPoWriMo 2024–Opt Out of An American Sonnet - April 27, 2024
A wonderful and entertaining poem Selma
🐄 🌙 😜
Wonderful written poem. Inspiring.
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Thanks,Selma!
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Brilliant 😅
What a brilliant and fun loving song, Selma. Congrats on being halfway through NAPO👏👏
Nature’s miracle.
Yes. 👍🏽’Tis so 👏🏽
This was a delicious read. Mooo!
Thank mooo 🐄
This was a delicious read. Moo!
And thank mooo again. 🤗
What a delightful read, Selma! Congratulations for making it halfway through. ❤️
Aww. Thanks Punam. Xoxo
What a delightful poem, Selma. I like the whimsy and the varied imagery! 💕🦋😊🌺