Today is the day to finish things and maybe start new ones. We had another amazing April, my fifth, in the company of Maureen’s prompts and all the poets and their poems. My last poem is for you all.
Prompt 30: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken from other poems.”
What a great final prompt! I love centos. So far I have written:
- one with nothing but song lyrics with words “yellow” and “green”,
- another with song lyrics including “moon”,
- one with a Beatles/Rolling Stones mash,
- one with a mix of the Doors lyrics and famous poems,
- one with a blend of Shakespeare’s sonnets,
- and my favourite – a cento titled “Art likes to make more of itself” that I wrote for our April 2019 with lines from my favourite poems of all times, including some by you.
No matter how much I attempted to, I still fell short in reading all of you. That’s why please do not despair if I failed to incorporate you in my today’s cento. We all did our best, I’m sure.
Thank you most kindly for your company and to Maureen Thorson for her splendid prompts. Many new forms were attempted or tackled from a new angle. Many times I said aaaah when reading you all. Many times I was warmed by your comments. I hope to see you all back next April.
My cento is made up with verses from 24 memorable poems written this month by 24 fellow participants. Sometimes I had to change the verse length or the final punctuation, but the rest remains intact. Thank you, all! The links follow bellow the poem.
April Magic (cento) A poem to write in the moonlight. Where to start on this page?1 Do not always choose the prettiest words.2 Better roll. Who wants to gather moss?3 I thrill to find new shapes for myself4 tucked away in the middle of lonely.5 <much poetry happens here>6 My ancestors came from the land of magic, after all,7 and I’m better for the love found there. Nothing will eclipse that.8 The child of Nature with all of the Spring inside,9 oodles of sass, a touch of foolhardiness.10 We were together again last night11 and then spend the whole day trying to become unlost.12 They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. So does presence and wine.13 You had to be there.14 Return me to the timeless before, when land was shared, not owned15 revisiting lives I haven’t lived - 16 please do not drop packages there.17 In less than two hours, the world will upgrade.18 We pride and collide, we try but die.19 It was always just beneath the surface.20 I think dreaming is what remains21 when every hue dives into one huge indigo pool.22 They don’t know when to stop23 and I dream myself asleep.24 1 N. K. Hasen, Poetry by Hasen 2 Judy Dykstra-Brown, lifelessons 3 Smitha Vishwanath, EÚNOIA 4 Alana Prochuk, Poem Dive 5 Katie Staten 6 Mary Beth Frezon, Orientation::Artist 7 Nataša Božić Grojić, Summer Blues 8 Ken G., RIVRVLOGR 9 EXPRESSIONS ESPRESSO, Freshly Brewed Content 10 Punam, paeansunpluggedblog 11 Charlotte Hamrick 12 Sunra Rainz 13 Romana Iorga, clayandbranches 14 Christopher Perry, Voyage des Mots 15 Kerfe Roig, LINES THAT AIM TO BE 16 Paula, Poetic Inquiry For Beginners (Like Me) 17 Xan, Xanku 18 Selma Martin, Selma Writes 19 Gloria D. Gonsalves 20 Flutterby, Flutterby's NaPoWriMo 21 M, Grapeling 22 Elizabeth Boquet 23 Ruth Berkoff, Words With Ruth 24 Barbara Turney Wieland, barbaraturneywielandpoetess
This post is also for Patrick’s Pic and a Word challenge on the theme of magic. Words were magical already, and here are some magical plants waving to you from tropical Tuscany. Growing wildly right now, not in a botanical garden!
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #311: Magic
The last day in my NaPoWriMo history
2018: A few strange and fascinating facts for the month of April
for Tuscany doesn’t know me yet for once I open my mouth I sing neither have I known myself as /imagined to be, fantasised to become/ a poet (Read all.)
2019: We did it!
Bath on the path. Pack on the back. Bath on the pack. Back on the path. Pat on the back.
2021: Put the dishes in the dishwasher but not like that
Use normal salt. It’s the same as dishwasher salt, only cheaper. But above all, fill it quietly like I am doing it now, so that you don’t wake up your love who you think is sleeping but is actually writing the last poem. And then run it anyway. This is how you reach the end of the month. And now what?
This day in my blogging history
you said: stay stay here by my side because your sadness is fed with my happiness but i threw myself into you like into an abyss hoping that down there someone loves me (Read all.)