Totally blown away and excited by all the interest in the April Poetry Challenge (courtesy of Richard Krawiec, please see the original post). It’s time to check in. If you are participating and a contributing member to 20 Lines, please post revisions as you see fit.
If you are part of our community of readers and participating in our challenge, please respond in the comments section of this post and let us know you’re checking in.
You may post your poem, a part of your poem, all of it or none, whatever you like. We are glad you are joining us!
So make noise, share your progress, and let us know how it’s going!
As for me — I have started a poem and this is the first few lines:
After love, and you sleep
the full moon of your back
pale and strong under my hands
I will share some revisions publicly and the final version at the end of the month. (It just occurred to me that it still might not be complete by then! But I will promise to post the poem as it stands at that point nonetheless.)
Cheers, and happy writing,
April is National Poetry Month
We’ve all heard of the a-poem-a-day challenges for April, or 30 Days, 30 Poems, but here is a unique challenge for the month of April to hone your skills as a writer and poet, introduced by Richard Krawiec, who himself is an enormously talented writer, poet, teacher and editor. (Please read more about Richard here.) I asked him if it would be alright to extend his challenge into our community.
Here’s the gist, in his words:
April is poetry month and there are all kinds of ‘write-a-poem-a-day’ contests. I see the discipline of doing something like that, but I think the emphasis on producing a large number of poems is wrong – it shouldn’t be how many poems we write. One excellent poem is far more valuable than 30 decent poems.
So my challenge is this – for April start a poem on April 1 and revise it every day. 29 revisions of one poem.
Are you in?
I am, and to the extent that I can, will work on it publicly here, on 20 Lines.
If you wish to stay true to the 20 Lines format, write a few lines of it each day. Or write several and then revise. Or whatever works for you. I am going to consciously compose and work the poem differently than I normally would, to see what happens.
You can share along the way, or at the end, or even not at all — but let me know if you’re going to be working on this — I’d love it if you’d join me.
Cheers, and happy writing,
This is from SwittersB‘s suggestion on my Name That Abstract Challenge. :) The last one, “Heartbreak”, I forgot to mention in that post, was from nutsfortreasure‘s suggestion. Sorry about that, Eunice! The links are both going under this week’s Poetry Challenge. I’m looking forward to seeing some poems from all y’all! :)
Lizzie the Lizard is chasing her tail
Watching it fly, and through the air sail
If Lizzie should catch it, oh how she will wail!
The Bottom of the Bottle
The bottom of the bottle holds the truth
Within the empty bottle lies the truth
Come have a drink and you will see the proof
I know it’s in there somewhere, you will see
It must be down there somewhere, we will see
I wouldn’t lie, you can depend on me
If you feel sad, then come and have a drink
You look so sad, come on, let’s have a drink
You’ll feel much better, you won’t have to think
Come along and help me celebrate
There’s always something good to celebrate
We’ll toast to all that’s good, it will be great!
The answer’s in the bottle, don’t you know?
Let’s have a drink, and watch our troubles go
Thanks Maggie for the challenge! I hope I did it right.
Sweet music is a balm that soothes my soul
Sweet music soothes, like balm unto my soul
Without sweet music, I would not be whole
I listen to the tunes and close my eyes
I listen close, and tears fill up my eyes
The way it touches me, I can’t disguise
When I play music, how my fingers flow
The music, from my fingers, it does flow
And all my feelings deep within do show
I can’t imagine life without a tune
I can’t conceive my life without a tune
It would be like the night without the moon
And if all music vanished, what a sin
But you won’t get the music that’s within
I do not like a hurricane
A hurricane is just a pain
A hurricane is one big mess
Of windy, gusty, blowing rain
Now Isaac wants to come our way
It may be here by late Tuesday
I don’t like Isaac, I confess
I wish he would just go away
I hope that I’m not sounding rude
But hope we have enough canned food
I cannot find the flashlights yet
If we can’t find them, that’s not good
Okay, so ‘good’ did not quite rhyme
So shoot me, was it such a crime?
I am not perfect, though I try
At least not perfect all the time
I think that I will shut my mouth
This conversation’s going south
I wish the storm was going there
Instead of coming to my houth…HOUSE…HOUSE!