Tag: NaPoWriMo
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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…
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NaPoWriMo Draft 19.
My draft is done, and it’s not even 11 p.m.. It is a bit of a stretch for me — I’m not very comfortable with love poems, don’t feel that I write especially good ones, that I skirt sentimentality on a razor thin edge, and maybe go over that edge. All the more reason, then,…
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NaPoWriMo Draft 18.
Late again. I had just finished when the baby woke up, but it turned out to be a necessary break — while I nursed him I was able to rethink & rework a few lines in my head. But I’m not sure if he’s down for the night at last or just a few minutes,…
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NaPoWriMo Draft 17.
It’s half past midnight, but it couldn’t be helped — all the boys seem to be having a particularly trying night. Even as I type, Lance is walking & rocking Aidan, who continues to be troubled by eczema — new patches on his back & head are bothering him something awful. Anyway, I got it…
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NaPoWriMo Draft 16.
Lance brought home this old VHS tape of Jean Cocteau’s “Testament of Orpheus” that he bought at a Goodwill, and in one of the beginning scenes, a mother holding her baby is startled by an apparition and stands up suddenly, forgetting in her panic that she’s holding a baby, and thus dropping the baby on…
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NaPoWriMo Draft 15.
Today is the official half-way mark. Fifteen poems written, fifteen more to come. And after tabulating the amount of non-poem items I completed today, and then managing to do my NaPoWriMo duty at the end of it all, I’m feeling pretty confident that I’m going to see this month through. And what I’m finding especially…
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NaPoWriMo Draft 14.
These late drafts riddle me with doubt. I hope tomorrow to get back to my earlier writing schedule. Still, a draft’s a draft, and no one is more surprised than I am that I’m 14 for 14, almost halfway there. Did I mention that I’m all about sleep? {poof!}
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NaPoWriMo Draft 13.
With today’s poem #13, I have officially beaten my totals from last year. And I’ve taken my form today from Dash30Dash: The Minute Poem. I am too tired to properly evaluate its readiness as a draft, but I’ve reached the end of what I can accomplish without more sleep. Vincent is now ill as well,…
Marie Gauthier 