Monday, 15 April 2024

A Poem a Day (644): NaPoWriMo Day 15 - Green envelope

 
Day 15

Prompt: 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 honour 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. www.napowrimo.net








 
Green envelope
 
Mit Gutem WΓΌnschen, he cherishes
a childlike rainbow splurged into being,
perfect arches scrawled across broken skies,
the ghost-like wafts of pearl cirrus caught
chasing dreams where there was only blue.
 
This pale green cage of ours belies time,
sacred nature’s seal on our soul.
We open it to peer inside at mirrors,
curving spaceless, excluding nothing at all,
and yet we only feel the borders around us,
the fences we built to keep all dangers out
now working to shield us shut within.
 
We are nothing but the acorns strewn.
The number 55 marks our final year,
impatient like two runners interposed.
Deutschland stamps us in one country,
the place of our birth, a retrospective.
 
We open the envelope, push it so far,
seeking to stretch as far as we can go,
follow this many coloured hope of ours
to travel this endless maze back to ourselves
and all those things we find meaningful,
but it can close upon itself just as easily
if we are looking the wrong way,
Mit Gutem Gewissen.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 15, 2024


A Poem a Day (643): NaPoWriMo Day 14 - In the never of the ever

 
Day 14

Prompt: write a poem of at least 10 lines in which each line begins with the same word. This technique of beginning multiple lines with the same word or phrase is called anaphora. www.napowrimo.net

 
In the never of the ever
 
In the never of the ever cast aside,
in the rolling of this sacred endless tide,
in essence strewn, a being, no need to hide
in this arched second shore of becoming
in someone else’s eyes something, waking.
 
In the never of the ever to be without,
in sinking deeply in and effervescent doubt,
in the purest sense, an endless rhythm’s flow
in waves of shocking colour, ribbons of rainbow,
in search of this difference always out of reach.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 15, 2024


Saturday, 13 April 2024

A Poem a Day (642): NaPoWriMo Day 13 - Sea sounds

 
Day 13

Prompt: play with rhyme. Start by creating a word bank of 10 simple words of one or two syllables. Five should correspond to each of the five senses (i.e., one word that is a thing you can see, one word that is a type of sound, one word that is a thing you can taste, etc). Three should be concrete nouns and the last two should be verbs. Now, come up with rhymes for each of your 10 words. Use as much sound play in your poem as possible. www.napowrimo.net

The words: 
Sea, shush, salt, sad, heat, sand, surf, cliff, leap, dive

The rhymes: 
Sea, me, bee, fee, we
Shush, blush, mush, such, gush, hush, lush, plush, rush,
Salt, fault, caught, halt, naught, taught, vault
Sad, mad, bad, cad, fad, glad, had, lad, rad, tad,
Heat, seat, meet, teet, beat, feat, neat, wheat
Sand, hand, band, land, rand, wand,
Surf, turf, birth, worth, dearth,
Cliff, miff, biff, fifth, riff, stiff, tiff,
Leap, deep, heap, reap, seep, weap
Dive, five, hive, jive, live, vive, wife
Flow, glow, mow, sow, bow, how, low, now, plow, row, tow, vow, wow
 

Sea sounds

Be the sea and me, we weave full-flow,
this gush so lush, this hushed rush and glow.
 
Sweeping our hands in sand, on land we sow,
this leap so deep, we will not weep and bow.
 
Will you jive, hi-five, just live or borrow
a tiff with the wife, strum a riff too shallow.
 
Here the salt once caught halts a no-fault vow,
greet the heat’s hot beat, treat a neat rain shadow.
 
Beside this lad so rad, we’ll wade no sorrow,
this deep leap keep so no echo seeps tomorrow.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 13, 2024
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


A Poem a Day (641): NaPoWriMo Day 13 - The note

 
Day 13

Prompt: play with rhyme. Start by creating a word bank of 10 simple words of one or two syllables. Five should correspond to each of the five senses (i.e., one word that is a thing you can see, one word that is a type of sound, one word that is a thing you can taste, etc). Three should be concrete nouns and the last two should be verbs. Now, come up with rhymes for each of your 10 words. Use as much sound play in your poem as possible. www.napowrimo.net


The note
 
In the time it takes to read this note,
I’ll be gone.


In the time it takes your fist to crush it,
I’ll already be on the first bus out of town.


In the time it takes to check my wardrobe,
I’ll be holding out my hand at another bus stop.


In the time it takes to check my drawers,
I’ll be running with my bags to the railway line.


In the time it takes for realisation to set in,
I’ll be calming my breath as the late train leaves.


In the time it takes for you to grab your keys,
I’ll be blocking whole memories out of my life.


In the time it takes for you to lock the door,
I’ll be planning a route you can never guess.


In the time it takes for you to start your car,
I’ll be praying slashed tyres won’t take you far.


In the time it takes for you to throw a punch,
I’ll be promising that no more will land on me.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 13, 2024


Friday, 12 April 2024

A Poem a Day (640): NaPoWriMo Day 12 - In support of kittens

 
Day 12 

Prompt: write a poem that plays with the idea of a ‘tall tale’. American tall tales feature larger-than-life characters like Paul Bunyan (who is literally larger than life), Bulltop Stormalong (also gigantic), and Pecos Bill (apparently normal-sized, but he doesn’t let it slow him down). If you’d like to see a modern poetic take on the tall tale, try Jennifer L. Knox’s hilarious poem, Burt Reynolds FAQ. Your poem can revolve around a mythical character, one you make up entirely, or add fantastical elements into a real person’s biography. www.napowrimo.net


In support of kittens

 
He wasn’t a tall man. He wasn’t a rich man.
Some would say he wasn’t even a good man.
But he had his moments. He didn’t brag.
He just knew his mind and chose to say it.
 
Those walls have gotta come down, he said.
There are too many of those goddamn walls.
Too many rules, too many obstacles,
no clear instructions for the things that matter.
 
People told him it was best not to point it out.
But there are too many walls, he said.
Too many people have been shafted,
too many people are stuck,
too many people on the poverty line,
too many sunk beneath it.
 
Everyone just shook their head, said it is what it is.
Sometimes the sun went up. Sometimes it went down.
He was a straight-talking kind of man.
But nothing he tried to say made a difference.
 
Some said he wasn’t too clever, he had a big mouth.
But one fine day, he took a hammer to that wall.
Overnight he appeared to grow two feet taller.
Then they said he wasn’t a small man, but a giant.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 12, 2024


Thursday, 11 April 2024

A Poem a Day (639): NaPoWriMo Day 11 - Lines for the Major Arcana

 

Day 11 

Prompt: today’s honours the ‘ones’ in the number 11. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write either a monostich, which is a one-line poem, or a poem made up of one-liner style jokes/sentiments. Need inspiration? Take a look at Joe Brainard’s poem, 30 One-Liners, or Frank O’Hara’s Lines for the Fortune Cookies. www.napowrimo.net


Lines for the Major Arcana

 
0 THE FOOL
 
Without fear or hesitation, she takes the giant leap into the unknown.
 
 
1 THE MAGICIAN
 
The mystic conjured a door from nothing and held it open for all to experience its mystery.
 
 
2 THE HIGH PRIESTESS
 
Beneath a dreamcatcher’s snowy feathers, the white witch gazes across the threshold.
 
 
3 THE EMPRESS
 
The earth mother bears her newborn baby to her breast beneath green, silken leaves.
 
 
4 THE EMPEROR
 
The state can be strict and authoritarian, or it can protect and support the populace.
 
 
5 THE HIEROPHANT
 
Our guide, he teaches us to be more than we believe we can be.
 
 
6 THE LOVERS
 
To hold the one in your arms is to cradle the wealth of the entire world.
 
 
7 THE CHARIOT
 
Hold on to your hat because life is about to sweep you off your feet and carry you to far-off places!
 
 
8 STRENGTH
 
The King takes it all in his stride, shakes his fiery mane, knowing you can never tame him.
 
 
9 THE HERMIT
 
In the depths of a cave of echoes, he holds a candle aloft, seeks to heal in his safe retreat.
 
 
10 WHEEL OF FORTUNE
 
Balancing fate and destiny, it turns, releasing the old and welcoming the new.
 
 
11 JUSTICE
 
Two golden bowls rest in balance, a feather in one scale, measuring what is true.
 
 
12 THE HANGED MAN
 
Turned upside down by his life experience, he waits, knowing action is futile.
 
 
13 DEATH
 
Change charges in like a hurricane, stealing any worn-out clothes away.
 
 
14 TEMPERANCE
 
Singing beside a waterfall, the nymph swaps human excess for tranquil contemplation.
 
 
15 THE DEVIL
 
Dressed to kill, the gigolo swaggers in, scours the room for a passionate, one-night escape.
 
 
16 THE TOWER
 
All defences overcome, the storm shakes everything, right down to their very foundations.
 
 
17 THE STAR
 
The child peers through a kaleidoscope at hope and faith aglow in the night sky.
 
 
18 THE MOON
 
Beware the unknown enemy who keeps himself hidden but walks in your footsteps.
 
 
19 THE SUN
 
Brighter days are coming, bringing energy, happiness, creativity and friendship.
 
 
20 JUDGEMENT
 
Karma is your companion here, and what you have sown, so you shall reap.
 
 
21 THE WORLD
 
Everything is opening up and your world is literally growing bigger – all you need to do is smile.
 
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 11, 2024

A Poem a Day (638): NaPoWriMo Day 11 - Monostich

 
Day 11 

Prompt: today’s honours the ‘ones’ in the number 11. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write either a monostich, which is a one-line poem, or a poem made up of one-liner style jokes/sentiments. Need inspiration? Take a look at Joe Brainard’s poem, 30 One-Liners, or Frank O’Hara’s Lines for the Fortune Cookies. www.napowrimo.net


Monostich
 
GREED
If only you could hold the whole world in one hand.
 
HAUNTED
The only shadow was the one cast by his past.
 
NEW BEGINNINGS
The Fool opened the door that the Magician conjured from nothing.
 
THE WITCH
Tread wisely lest you awaken the dead.


Wednesday, 10 April 2024

A Poem a Day (637): NaPoWriMo Day 10 - A bit of an eyeful

 

Day 10 

 
Prompt: Ezra Pound famously said that “poetry is news that stays news”. While we don’t know about that, the news can have a certain poetry to it. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on one of the curious headlines, cartoons and other journalistic tidbits featured at Yesterday’s Print, where old news stays amusing, curious and sometimes downright confusing. www.napowrimo.net

Headline: Woman tries to buy noted Eiffel Tower. She discovers landmark is not for sale.

The Evening Review, Ohio, 1930. 

 

A bit of an eyeful

From a lady in Ohio

 

Such a great girl is La dame de fer,

the wrought-iron lady, built to last.

With her portly base, sleek long neck,

wholesome curves and a head for heights,

she’s the tallest of them all in Paris,

with great legs – all four of them,

draped in a lattice of fishnet.

Just one look and I was caught.

 

The tallest structure built by hand,

she still held the record in 1930,

‘til cheekily outdone by our Chrysler.

Not to be beaten, she donned an aerial

in ’57 to top him by five whole metres.

I blame the sheer size of her heels.

 

Whenever I’m in Paris, I will visit her,

sit by myself in the gaslit restaurant,

enjoy the wondrous view of the city lights,

sip from a crystal glass of Chateau Margaux

and enjoy a leg of lamb Dauphinoise.

It’s here I fell in love with Paris.

 

Right at the very top, where no one can go,

I hear there is a quaint little apartment,

built for the engineer, one Gustave Eiffel,

where he used to perform his experiments.

I sorely want to own it and lounge around

on his furniture designed by Jean Lachaise.

 

But, alas, I have found it is not for sale,

even though a man once tried to sell it twice.

His name was Victor Lustig, a clever trickster,

who upgraded from card-shark pickpocketer.

 

Here’s an interesting anecdote for you…

 

It was meant to be pulled down after 20 years,

but the city thought it valuable for radio.

In 1914, a humble transmitter saved all of Paris

by jamming the Germans’ communications.

So, you could say Eiffel helped the Allies

win the First Battle of the Marne.

 

Not only that. The critics were wrong about

La dame de fer, as they often are about women.

They said she was too clever, too artistic,

with no head for mathematics. A dimwit.

But Eiffel knew the importance of wind,

and so he made her curve and sway.

 

An “invocation of science”, you can read engraved

the names of 72 French scientists and engineers.

It’s no surprise that Eiffel made a dame great,

for he also helped build our Statue of Liberty

to be just as enduring on New York’s shores,

and hold her head high in the worst of times.

 

A symbol of hope, freedom and inspiration,

a gift for us Americans to remember

their alliance in our own Revolution,

she offers us a light that will always burn.


Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 10, 2024


Tuesday, 9 April 2024

A Poem a Day (636): NaPoWriMo Day 9 - Ode to a light giver

 
Day 9 
 
Prompt: we take inspiration from Pablo Neruda, the Chilean-born poet and Nobel Prize Winner. While he is most famous in the English-speaking world for his collection Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, he also wrote more than 200 odes, often for very mundane things. We challenge you to write your own ode celebrating an everyday object. www.napowrimo.net
 

 
Ode to a light giver
 
A broken quill,
twisted hue, full-brazen violet.

It snakes without the bite,
venomless, curves all around,
one bridge from base to neck,
a coronet without a crown.
 
Carved from the ardent hands
of a blacksmith, its metal base,
strict in its overt devourment,
seeks to eat each part piece by peace.

It drips, unstable, firey dreams
flown upon a still, fluorescent wall.
 
No portraits hang in judgement,
no landscapes shine beauty to admire.
Full glare, the rosebud warmth glows,
reaches higher, daring to perspire.

We watch this thickness shimmer thin,
the quill collapse into its cape.
 
And all this budding light can only blow out,
as deftly and as swiftly as it was born.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 9, 2024


Monday, 8 April 2024

A Poem a Day (635): NaPoWriMo Day 8 - Anything but still life

 
Day 8 
 
Prompt: we take inspiration from Laura Foley’s poem, Year End, and challenge you to write a poem that centres around an encounter or relationship between two people (or things) that shouldn’t really have ever met – whether due to time, space, age, the differences in their nature, or for any other reason.
 
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Anything but still life
 
A kind of suspended animation,
intermission, a drip into space,
this silver gasp of webbing,
light as air, heavy as dew,
snaps its effervescence.
 
Curving like an artist’s muse,
the Cruel Sea’s Pink Lady opens,
its core burrowed into. Hidden heart
exposed, its juices ooze. Inside, out,
slithers an arching beetle, black.
 
He lifts the brush and paints.


 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 8, 2024