Na/GloPoWriMo’s World’s Poets-Embracing Page

DAY SIXTEEN
On April 16, 2018
Hello, everyone! We’re now officially in the second half of Na/GloPoWriMo. Hopefully you’ve found your versical rhythm, so to speak, and you’ll find that writing poems the remainder of the month will be a snap.

We have a new craft resource for you today, or maybe an anti-craft resource, in the form of this essay by Michael Bazzett warning against the fetishization of craft. Thinking hard thoughts about word choice, line breaks, sound, and structure can help to make a poem better, but too much emphasis on perfection can breed stale, airless verse. There always has to be room for play, and not just work, in our poems.
In this vein, our (optional, as always) prompt for the day asks you to write a poem that prominently features the idea of play. It could be a poem about a sport or game, a poem about people who play (or are playing a game), or even a poem in the form of the rules for a sport or game that you’ve just made up (sort of like Calvinball).
Happy writing!

Na/GloPoWriMo’s Global
World’s Poets-Embracing Page

morning in the mountains
last gleaming patches of snow
high up where clouds drift
above greening meadows
this side of window eager empty screen

bird in a hurry bumps against glass pane
hopefully unharmed
mistook mirror for sky

rumble, roar, sound of gushing
four-wheeled monster crawls uphill
spews liquid amber across field:
manure opening line
courtesy of synchronicity’s playful ways

bird against window: go, fly, sing!
tractor: let fertile thoughts gush
don’t worry if they stink
play along, tit-for-tat, chit-chat
with the moment

Sor Sync’s soap bubbles
pop up, catch the light, scintillate, burst
trail of delight, wise-crack
re arrivals, events

postman’s yellow car on road below
husband waking up, breakfast
mailed notice:
fire extinguisher inspection due
signals not to be missed

Raymonde, inspector’s wife, didn’t listen
tall close-by aspen whispered: watch
branch broke, fell
oak leaned heavy in the wind
sighed, mumbled, creaked

Raymonde worried:
trees look ready to fall on our roof
didn’t act though
on urgent pleas, easy-to-decode cues
one dark night oak crashed as predicted
no fire though

signals, snippets, electromagnetic tunes
universe plays us, harps, accordions
we’re transceivers
catch a note, flip it, play it back
duet, dialogue, tentative two-step
ant at the tip of a mighty pen?
daisy drowned in a dewdrop?

multiple players at our end
can turn play into love feast
rush of creativity, golden age
temples of Angkor Wat
Chartres Cathedral
kingdom of Cordoba

historical moments
bits of humanity
play ball with the universe

evening now, pitch-dark outside
sprinkle of lights in valley below
back at the keyboard
time to return ball, post result
of brief poetic match
on napowrimo’s global
world’s poets-embracing page

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