Sunday, April 24, 2016

NaPoWriMo Day #24

The prompt over at NaPoWriMo today is:
Today I challenge you to write a “mix-and-match” poem in which you mingle fancy vocabulary with distinctly un-fancy words. First, spend five minutes writing a list of overly poetic words – words that you think just sound too high-flown to really be used by anyone in everyday speech. Examples might be vesperheliotrope, or excelsior. Now spend five minutes writing words that you might use or hear every day, but which seem too boring or quotidian to be in a poem. Examples might be garbage disposaldoggy bagbathroom. Now mix and match examples from both of your lists into a single poem. Hopefully you’ll end up with a poem that makes the everyday seem poetic, and which keeps your poetic language grounded. 


Here is the word lists I came up with:

Overly-Poetic Words:
allegories
deprecatory
aristocratic
innovate
perpedicularity
Byzantine


Everyday Words:
hand towel
living room
porch
wildflower
housewife
kitchen


I'm More Boundless Than Your Box

Do not ever think me Plain Jane,
though I stand mid-center of
a greasy kitchen, hand towel draped
across my right arm like a
makeshift tourniquet, do not
think me some lame housewife thing.
There's nothing deprecatory
in my commonality, for motherhood
is a trying, hundred-faceted identity.
It's true, I've never been an aristocratic
lady of the upper class, who needs
all that leather and diamond and the
black-tie, gray-whiskered chauffeurs?
I can carry my own bags and tie
my own shoes, thank you.
I'm unruly, as Byzantine as the
front-yard wildflower whose roots
the plowman can't seem to overthrow.
There's a certain perpendicularity
between the insane and the uncanny.
I may  be a nose-wiping, elementary
story-telling mother-worn-to-frazzle
by the first sharp light of morn
but by twilight eve I enchant myself
of back-porch love song, complete
soprano-spoken word-earth prayers
to the sea-green aurora of whatever season I sit
beneath, all ten curious toes and two hands
eager to excavate the mainstream of
my day for peculiarity and meaning.
You have to be innovative to remain alive
and my living room window allows me
to gaze inside as the night turns into
something new and  I write allegories
to the fading side of a full moon.

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