Month: April 2009
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NaPoWriMo Draft 29.
For this, my penultimate poem of NaPoWriMo, I give you my very first sonnet, written in free blank verse, which, according to Mary Kinzie’s A Poet’s Guide to Poetry (a book I adore, by the way), is unrhymed loose iambic pentameter. Mine is very loose. {poof!}
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NaPoWriMo Draft 28.
Some evenings, none of the boys wishes to sleep. It makes getting a start difficult, but the poem has prevailed. Only two more poems remain to finish off the month. It’s bewildering. I’ve never been even marginally prolific — I don’t think I’ve written this much in even a year. {poof!}
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NaPoWriMo Draft 27.
Because it would be wrong to simply coast through the finishing line these last few days of NaPoWriMo (only 3 days, 3 poems more!), I set myself the task of using the abecedarian form, slightly adapted, for today. Instead of 26 lines, each beginning with the next letter of the alphabet, I have compressed it…
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NaPoWriMo Draft 26.
It’s amazing how even the simplest of edits requires a rested mind to discover. While I haven’t undertaken any major revisions yet, I have tweaked here & there where I couldn’t bear to leave it for now, lest I forget the changes I wanted. Because I so seldom have a rested mind. {poof!}
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NaPoWriMo Draft 25.
Book fair again, all day today. It’s really enervating to spend so much time in the company of other book people, especially other poets. I’m glad I had the opportunity to be there. Probably accounts for the odd nature of this draft. {poof!}
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NaPoWriMo Draft 24.
I worked a book fair today and returned home late, but during quiet times I managed to write a bit. Thus today’s poem is brief, but, I hope, pithy. {poof!}
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NaPoWriMo Draft 23.
I dislike too much exposition in a poem, so one of my biggest flaws as a poet is then writing an anemic poem, which yearns for a bit of meat to gnaw on. I’m actually excited for May to come (only 7 more poems to go!) so I can print all these poems out &…
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NaPoWriMo Draft 22.
Because self-flagellation seems to be the thing, I’m attempting a rondeau. I haven’t kept the strictest rhymes, but have used a fair amount of slant rhyme instead, just to keep it from clanging too much. Hopefully this isn’t the crappiest poem you’ve read all day. {poof!}
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NaPoWriMo Draft 21.
Today’s poem is a triolet. With its tight & nearly engulfing repetition, it seems to me a very apt form in which to write about pregnancy. {poof!}
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NaPoWriMo Draft 20.
Because I am positive my husband will think this is about him & be infinitely hurt, let me state straight off that my father was a snorer for the record books. That my mother was able for so many years to share his bed is a mystery best left to itself. My father may be…
Marie Gauthier 