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NaPoWriMo Day 30

Day 30 [8:55-9:13 am]
Today, write either an epilogue or a poetic biography. An epilogue is defined as “a section or speech at the end of a book or play that serves as a comment on or a conclusion to what has happened.” (www.wildviolet.net/2015/04/30/napowrimo-prompt-30/#.VySvP3TD9nF)

Epilogue: NaPoWriMo 2016

Wandering thoughts,
meandering memories
robed in nostalgia and regret,
in myopic panorama
limited by bifocals,
unlimited in vision;
prompted by a stray word
cast upon the waters,
formed in a garden of poesy,
given life through whispers
carried on the wind,
published to the world
to be devoured,
to be planted,
to be more,
to be.

Copyright © 2016 Scott Daniel Massey

NaPoWriMo Day 29

Day 29 [11:34-11:39 pm]
No prompt, just some friends’ fish pond. Contemplating all evening. Time for a quick haiku before this day ends.

the space left behind–
koi bending through cold water,
I stand by watching

Copyright © 2016 Scott Daniel Massey

NaPoWriMo Day 28

Day 28 [10:18-10:53]
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Important (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. (www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-april-pad-challenge-day-28)

Important Message

Before our time
of television programming
parenthesized into short scenes
by brand advertising,
shows were interrupted
for important messages
from the sponsor:
how to make a family happy
with instant mashed potatoes,
the health benefits of the newest
menthol cigarette,
the best laundry detergent
for removing ground in grime;
the viewing public
desperately needed to know.

Proclamations of world peace,
or how to save a marriage
or help dysfunctional children,
or how to remove stains
from the human heart
were not among them.

Copyright © 2016 Scott Daniel Massey

NaPoWriMo Day 27

Day 27 [9:44-9:56 pm]
No prompt tonight that awakens my sleepy brain.


No poetry exists
within my mind tonight.
Prompts blur
as my pillow cradles
my head.
They’re just words
that don’t vibrate,
don’t sparkle or sing;
that flatten themselves
against my forehead,
slide down my eyelids,
and pull heavily on my lashes.
I’m sure if I were to chew them
a while longer,
spit them out on the page
and let them dry
they might make as much sense
as a forgotten dream;
but then they would be in need
of revision and
I don’t have all night.

Copyright © 2016 Scott Daniel Massey

NaPoWriMo Day 26

Day 26 [8:55-9:07 am]
Imagine this man telling you something important, something you need to hear. What is he saying? (promptlings.wordpress.com/2016/04/26/the-sandbox-writing-challenge-37-something-important/)


Picture Credit: www.heyehey.com

Piss Off!

No really,
piss off.
I ain’t got nothin’ important
to say to ya’.
I don’ know who tol’ ya’ that.
Maybe they got somethin’
they got to say.
So go ask them.
I mean it.
Piss off.
Take yer bloody
searchin’ yer soul crap
and piss off.
Get a real job,
instead of pretendin’
to be some self-important
That’s my advice to ya’.
Now piss off!

Copyright © 2016 Scott Daniel Massey

NaPoWriMo Day 25

Day 25 [9:39-10:13 pm]
Broken (www.dearabbyisdead.com/)


He took the perfectly good
multicolored glazed tiles
and purposefully broke them
with a hammer
into pointed pieces, large and small.
Taking up sandpaper and steel wool,
he attacked the freshly painted
little wooden end table with fervor,
revealing an older and altogether different
color underneath, and in places
raw wood.
A layer of glue slathered
over the table’s battered top
held the broken shards of tile
in seemingly random mosaic.
This piece of art
placed conspicuously as a focal point
refreshed an otherwise
dull and lifeless bathroom.

Copyright © 2016 Scott Daniel Massey

NaPoWriMo Day 24

Day 24 [10:42-11:07 pm]
Started here:
…today’s prompt might give you a break. “U” is for “Utterance.” According to Lewis Turco in The New Book of Forms: A Handbook of Poetics (University Press of New England, 1986), an utterance is a spontaneous word or phrase. He describes the Japanese form the mondo, which consists of a question and its spontaneous, intuitive answer. (www.wildviolet.net/2015/04/24/napowrimo-prompt-24/#.Vx1-WnTD9nE)

Researched “mondo” and came out here:
The tanka expresses feelings and thoughts regardless of the direction they take. Originally there was also an attempt to connect these thoughts and feelings to nature. (www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=1141)

Death of a Mighty Oak

Broad leaves once shaded,
branches sheltered trav’ling birds,
trunk strong and firm; now
infested by many worms.
Its roots are also rotted.

Copyright © 2016 Scott Daniel Massey

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