Ars Poetica (2022 NaPoWriMo #30)

Well it took me to mid-May but here I am at the end of the prompts from NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days. Hope you enjoyed this years series. Now I have to figure out what’s in store for tomorrow.

Prompt 30

Write a cento.

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Ooh! I love trying out new forms. This form is essentially a poetic collage which is intriguing. I’m not in the best of minds to do deep research so let me just play a round a little bit and then I can come back to this form again to experiment further.


Ars Poetica

A poem should not mean but be
I breathed a song into the air
With your breath


I actually like the result a lot. Although, I feel bad that I can’t credit each of the poems I pulled from for this cento — my brain is a bit scattered and I didn’t take notes as I flipped through various poetry books to pick out lines. However, the first line is from Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish.


Be well,

Monty


Born Blessed (2022 NaPoWriMo #29)

May might be here but I’m still working through the NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days prompts since I discovered them late.

Prompt 29

Write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you’ve received at birth – whether they are actual presents, talents, circumstances, or “curses”.

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Born Blessed

Born with nothing but
The cutest of looks
A strong commanding voice
And a mother’s nourishing love.


Born with everything needed
To live
To flourish
And to thrive.


Born blessed.


‘Baby Monty’ – 1973

Be well,

Monty


Mochi (2022 NaPoWriMo #17)

May might be here but I’m still working through the NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days prompts since I discovered them late.

Prompt 17

Write a poem about dogs you have known, seen, or heard about.

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Today I decided to pull from one of my thirteen word poems originally published in Thirteen Words Volume II.


Be well,

Monty


Sturdy Blue (2022 NaPoWriMo #16)

May might be here but I’m still working through the NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days prompts since I discovered them late.

Prompt 16

Write a curtal sonnet.

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Sturdy Blue

I admire your humble form so sturdy and blue
Your utilitarian curves gently round
A simple receptacle always at the ready
Patiently awaiting, dressed in your hospital hue
When the toilet is too far to be found
And trying would make one too dizzy and heady

I admit I was hesitant the first time
Worried I’d place you wrong and unsteady
But you eased right under solid and sound
Your functional form a perfect design
Always ready


Be well,

Monty


Shattered (2022 NaPoWriMo #15)

May might be here but I’m still working through the NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days prompts since I discovered them late.

Prompt 15

Write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in.

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What a curious prompt. What could I possibly be aggressively uninterested in (and willing to write a poem about)?

Well the answer to this question is (and is not) below. Life throws at us challenges on it’s own schedule and this one came between starting this post/reading the prompt and writing the poem. Read the poem then I’ll share a bit more about what I mean.


Shattered

I’ve no interest in being here
No interest in seeing your pain
Of being by your side as you call out for help
As your shattered bones burn fire

I wish I was anywhere else but here
Somewhere where I don’t hear your cries
Where the lights aren’t glaringly bright
And the air doesn’t smell like disinfectant

I don’t want to be here
To share you with nurses and doctors
To watch them care for you in ways I can’t
To feel helpless to help you.

I wish to turn back time
To be the one driving, crashing, breaking
To be the one crying out for help
The one laying here shattered

I want to be the center of attention
The focus of all the nurses and doctors
The recipient of the morphine drips
And a rainbow cocktail of pills

I want you to be at my bedside
Whole and healthy
The strong, confident woman
That knows exactly what is needed

I’ve no interest in being here, but I am
I’m here to hold your hand and listen to your cries
I’m here to do the heavy lifting when needed
I’m here even though I’m helpless to help you

I wish to be anywhere but here, but my wish won’t be coming true
Selfishly I want to be the broken one, not you
But wishful thinking will not take away your pain
Nor will it help mend your shattered bones

So here I stay doing the best that I can do
Exactly where I belong, helplessly loving you


As you can probably tell to some extent from the poem, I’m currently in the hospital with my wife who had a bad accident and shattered her leg. While she is in serious pain, she is stable and will be ok. We are currently awaiting the swelling to recede so she can have surgery. Pain management is the biggest challenge. Hopefully by this time next week the surgery will be complete and she can start the journey of recovery.

While I didn’t live into the intent of the prompt, I’m counting this one as done. It was what I needed to express and write and that is good enough for me.


Be well,

Monty


Monty Goes Big (2022 NaPoWriMo #14)

May might be here but I’m still working through the NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days prompts since I discovered them late.

Prompt 14

Write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life.

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Time to go big (screen)!


Monty Goes Big

Picture this.

A dimly lit and slightly smokey room.
Dark wood tables lit with glowing red paper lanterns.
The camera pans slowly capturing elegant ladies
Sipping drinks and smoking slender cigarettes
While seemingly mesmerized by a shadowy figure
Standing on a small center stage. All is silent.

A single spot light clicks on. Revealing me, splendidly portly and pink. There is a collective “ooh” from the ladies around the room as they swoon.

The old sound system crackles on.
Cranking out a familiar tune and the lyrics start to scroll across the bottom of the screen with a bouncing ball keeping the beat to Queen’s “We are the Champions” and I play an epic air guitar riff. At the height of the chorus I fall off the stage with a crash and a squeal and the room falls silent with concern. Then I jump back on stage and finish the song with the whole room rocking the anthem in a symphonic flourish.


End Scene.


Be well,

Monty


Amazing Things (2022 NaPoWriMo #13)

May might be here but I’m still working through the NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days prompts since I discovered them late.

Prompt 13

Write a poem on “everything is going to be amazing”

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Yeah! Time for some positivity! This prompt reminds me of my “E is for Everything is Great” post last month in my seriously silly poetry series for the A to Z challenge. If you missed it, its definitely worth a look.


Amazing Things

The earth we’re standing upon.
The sky.
The clouds grazing across the horizon.
This ball we call Earth.
Us not spinning off into space
Away from the sun that feeds us warmth
And gives us —
Life.
Our genesis,
Intelligent or not,
From the simplest cells to complex organisms,
We are all amazing things.
I’m in awe of
Our very existence
Our continued persistence
Our optimism, despite resistance, to say
“Everything is going to be amazing”
And because it already is.


There can never be too much positivity (well, at least when it’s authentic), so here I go.

Be well,

Monty


Me (2022 NaPoWriMo #12)

May might be here but I’m still working through the NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days prompts since I discovered them late.

Prompt 12

Write a poem about something very small/tiny.

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Yesterday we went big…today we go small.



Do you ever feel small?


Be well,

Monty


Breathe (2022 NaPoWriMo #11)

May might be here but I’m still working through the NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days prompts since I discovered them late.

Prompt 11

Write a poem about something very large/giant.

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Well, today I’m posting another poem from the archives but it’s just a coincidence that the past two prompts have immediately brought to my mind some previous works. I’m not being lazy (I think), I’m just appreciating what I already have.



What do you think? Share your thoughts below.


Be well,

Monty


Unforgettable (2022 NaPoWriMo #10)

May might be here but I’m still working through the NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days prompts since I discovered them late.

Prompt 10

Write a love poem.

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I’ve decided to post a poem that I wrote a couple of years ago when I first started writing, which is my favorite among all the love poems I’ve written — perhaps because it is my own love story. What better way to celebrate love then to share it?


Unforgettable

He was beautiful in his own majestic way. Sad eyes with lashes that seemed to go on forever. Grey skin wrinkled after years of basking in the sun. Calloused, dusty feet from so many miles trekked.

She was beautiful in every conceivable way. Almond eyes with dark chocolate centers. Radiant skin, translucent in the filtered sunlight. Porcelain feet disappearing into elegant heels.

He stood silently, swaying, almost swinging with musicality. Looking into an unseen distance with somber longing.

She strode with confidence, hips swaying the air around her. Eyes smiling coyly below her hat brim, lips red and inviting.

He sunk onto his calloused joints, no more miles to trek, trapped behind bars as children and couples played beyond reach.

She turned her head toward him, shiny chestnut hair swaying long down her back. Gently pointing with her delicate hand, her voice practically sung, calling out to him.

Reflecting in his large sad eyes, the couple stood side-by-side.The girl looking his way. The boy seeming awkward and a bit shy as he looked down upon the melting ice cream he held.

Closing his wizened eyes, never forgetting his freedom times, he saw his past in their future, and gifted them with a blessing, for perhaps the last time.

Without so much as a word, just a smiling grin, the girl turned to the boy and proceeded to smush the ice cream he held all over him. The boy guffawed and practically snorted ice-cream up his nose, as his laughter released.

Knowingly and at peace, with the couple’s laughter caressing his floppy ears, he let himself sink to a peaceful slumber.

Unknowingly blessed, the couple departed. A past stitching together their future as their first date at the Nagoya zoo etched into their memories.


I often think of that elephant at the zoo and wonder if he knew that after over twenty-five years that boy and girl would still be together reminiscing about him.


Be well,

Monty