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NaPoWriMo 2016: Random Promptings & Outside Influences


NaPoWriMo 2016: Random Promptings & Outside Influences is now complete and available.

NaPoWriMo Chapbook in the Making

I haven’t written much since NaPoWriMo. That month long exercise kept me focused, gave me a quantifiable goal in short spurts. Apparently I need that.

My manager recently changed my schedule, so I now have Mondays off. Thinking this would be an excellent time to accomplish some writing–no one else in the house, wife and daughter at work, granddaughter in school–I entered my office for the first time in awhile. But right now, I have so many unfinished projects, I didn’t know what to work on first.

If I learned anything from NaPoWriMo, it was that all I needed to do was show up and do something. Now even though I didn’t actually get any new writing done that day, I did start to put together a manuscript of the NaPoWriMo poems. I’m including the prompts with web address and some short commentary, currently titled NaPoWriMo 2016: Random Promptings & Outside Influences. I’ll keep you informed of the progress.

Copyright © 2016 Scott Daniel Massey

Thank You, NaPoWriMo 2016

Wrapped up NaPoWriMo 2016. My first attempt at this challenge went well. I don’t have tons of time to write and a lot of my time for this challenge was used looking for prompts that inspired me. In the end, I believe I produced some excellent work. Some need a bit of revision, though I did try to publish polished pieces (I don’t like to post junk).

I think I will compile the lot into a chapbook, prompts and all; perhaps with some commentary. I will keep you posted.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, like, and follow. A special thanks to F.G.M. at Poems & Poèmes for reading from start to finish. His poems, English and French, are beautiful.

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

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