Today, our final day of National Poetry Month, Sarah asked us to write whatever we choose. I chose to revisit the prompt earlier in the month when we were allowed to break the rules.
April 30th: Thirty Thanks
April 29th: Rewrite, Redo
Scott’s prompt was to rewrite/redo a past event and recreate it or revise it. I used one of his mentor texts by William J. Harris called Why Did It to inspire my poem.
April 27th: Place Tells Me To Be
Today’s prompt from Chea nudged me all day. She asked us to write about who we are and how we came to be from places we’ve been. Place for me is more than location, it’s time.
April 26th: “Borrowed Lines”
Donnetta gave us the freedom to borrow a line/s from a poem to inspire our writing today. I have always enjoyed borrowing a line but I didn’t expect my line to come from a podcast this morning. To write my modified Golden Shovel, I borrowed “old limbs keep falling even when no wind stirs” from Helen Pruitt Wallace’s poem, To the Buyer of Our Old Home.
April 24th: Forensic Poetry
We were tasked today to dig into our junk drawers to find our inspiration!
April 22nd: Island Earth
Emily’s prompt today gave me another chance to imagine being back in Jamaica! In honor of Earth Day and islands we dream to visit, this is for my home away from home!
April 20th: A Space to Look and Think
Today, Katrina prompted us to find our “space to look and think” and I focused on the garage of my childhood home. It’s a space I miss. (The image is not our actual garage.)
April 13th: Breakbeat Blackout Poem
Our poetry prompt today came from Dave. He asked us to create a Blackout poem. I chose the lyrics to Black Orchid by Stevie Wonder to create my new poem.
April 12th: A Golden Shovel Inspired by Leonardo DiCaprio
Today, Anna challenged us to find a poet born the same month as our birth month. I veered away from a poet and chose Leonardo DiCaprio because we were both born on November 11th. I chose an 11-word quote of his and used it for my striking line of my Golden Shovel poem.
DiCaprio’s quote: “I need somebody to bring me back to who I am.”
April 11th: Lines in My Prime
Erica prompted us to write a poem about an abstract concept using prime numbers as our syllable count! I chose 2, 3, 5, 7, and 11 for my prime numbers.
