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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

NaPoWriMo Day 23

Day 23 [10:03-10:45 pm]
For today’s prompt, write a footwear poem. A poem about shoes, flip flops, socks, slippers, flippers, boots, pumps, and so on. If you’d prefer not to dedicate a poem to your footwear, just mention footwear somewhere in the poem. That’s right; your hi-tops don’t have to be the star, and it’s totally cool if somebody’s clogs play a minor role in the poem. (www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-april-pad-challenge-day-23)

Father’s Boots

Your boots were too big to fill.

Not the brown leather, steel-toe
work boots with the oil stains
and the gouge on top of the right
boot from when that forklift scraped
over your toes at the factory
where you worked to put food
on the table, and keep the lights
turned on, and Christmas, and
band equipment, and Mom happy.

Not those boots.

The black polished leather, pointed-toe
cowboy boots with the fancy stitching
top to bottom that you shined
every Saturday evening before taking
Mom to the corner bar to play
all night long with your four piece
band all the songs you wrote when
you were twenty and promised Mom
you’d make it big-time, and they’d hear
you on the radio, and buy up all your
records, and you’d tour the country,
and buy a big house in the suburbs.

Those boots.

Right now I’m wearing my leather
Jesus sandals with straps that bind
the top of the foot and secure the ankle;
that I wear around the house in the evening,
or on the patio for weekend grilling, or
sometimes when we go to the beach—
when we go.

Copyright © 2016 Scott Daniel Massey

NaPoWriMo Day 22

Day 22 [10:28-11:24 pm]
Here are the rules for the Golden Shovel: Take a line (or lines) from a poem you admire. Use each word in the line (or lines) as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Give credit to the poet who originally wrote the line (or lines). The new poem does not have to be about the same subject as the poem that offers the end words.

I know this is really raw and needs revising, but I’m going to leave it here for right now. “The Voice You Hear When Reading Silently” by Thomas Lux is probably my all-time favorite poem.

“you speak it speaking to you”
From “The Voice You Hear When Reading Silently” by Thomas Lux

The Voice In My Head

Listen. I’m talking to you.
Can’t you hear me speak?
What will it take for you to comprehend, to get it?
Mumbling words upon words, pretending to be speaking
in coherent and understandable language to…
to who? You.

Copyright © 2016 Scott Daniel Massey

NaPoWriMo Day 21 (Repeat)

Day 21 [7:45-8:10 am]
On Day 21 of the NaPoWriMo challenge, “R” is for “Repetition.” Many types of repetition can be effective in poetry. Try reading theexamples of poems that use refrains (repeated lines) at the Poetry Foundation page. I also recommend visiting the Repetition page at LiteraryDevices.net, which includes a fuller discussion about the types of repetition used in poetry, along with some examples from famous poets. (www.wildviolet.net/2015/04/21/napowrimo-prompt-21/#.VxmBKHTD9nE)

I almost wrote this in a way that would have given away my place of employment. I am aware of an incident in which a server did a musical parody of this chain and lost her job. I don’t want to do that. And this is just that. I am good at what I do, but with all occupations it can get a bit repetitive.

The Repetition Principle
Or How To Be A Server

Enthusiastically welcome guests
and introduce yourself with a friendly smile.
Offer featured wine in poetic detail,
describe its body, bouquet, and finish;
explain how it pairs flawlessly with the special.
Bring water.

Ask first guest their preference
of dressing for their salad.
List in memorized order.
Sing the praises of your personal favorite.
Repeat for each guest.
Bring ranch.

Take detailed notes of each order
outlining the correct method
the kitchen should prepare the steak,
with anecdotes of how it has been misprepared
every other occasion.
Bring well done.

Offer a choice of irresistible sweets
to tantalize the tastes buds
and conclude this magnificent feast,
complete with hot coffee
ground fresh from the finest beans,
brewed fresh for their delight.
Bring mints.

Enthusiastically thank guests
for choosing to dine in your fine establishment.
Tell them that you look forward
to their next visit because
you thoroughly enjoyed their company
and this was the highlight of your day.
Bring check.

Ask guests if there is anything else
that you could possibly do for them.
Explain that the deposit
has already been taken to the bank
and that they will have to come back
for the million dollars.
Enthusiastically say goodbye.
Take change.

Enthusiastically welcome guests
and introduce yourself with a friendly smile.

Copyright © 2016 Scott Daniel Massey

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