Naporwrimo colour

Little scrap of a thing about my funny relationship with the colour yellow I hardly ever wear it unless its part of a rainbow or pattern and only recently started wearing gold and brass colours. http://www.napowrimo.net/2013/04/day-28/

 

‘’yellow is the colour of my true love’s hair in the morning’’

Yellow was my favourite colour, in an early school photo

I am all white blonde bob and large highlighter t shirt

Rejected soon for clashing now only wear flashes of gold

On the walk to the bus stop winter-coated still, I see

There are dozens of dandelion suns radiating their petals

Bravely yolked flowers shouting down the brassy late daffs

Mustard stains in the park Lurid as warning signs

despite the wind they tell of spring

napowrimo: inversion

I used this inversion prompt http://www.napowrimo.net/2013/04/day-30/ replacing the words with opposites in this poem: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15212

 

 

One Art

 

The art of finding is simple to slave;

so few things seem emptied with the apathy

to be found that their finding is a success.

 

find something every day. Refuse the calm

of found window locks, the hour well saved.

The art of finding is simple to slave.

 

Then forget finding nearer, finding slower:

places, and names, and where it was you didn’t mean

to remain. All of these will take success.

 

I found my father’s watch. And look! my first, or

Near-to-first, of three hated houses came.

The art of finding is simple to slave.

 

I found two cities, horrid ones. And, smaller,

some realms I didn’t own, two rivers, a continent.

I don’t miss them, but it was a success.

Napowrimo Erasure poem kind of

I used this prompt http://www.napowrimo.net/2013/04/day-26/ and the first couple of parts of the lady of shallot (one of the few tennyson poems I actually like, having endured studying him at alevel alongside coleridge apparently anyone but very dead white guys didn’t exist to my one of my teachers) I cut lines and words out in order to create two word lines, this is more of a sculpted poem than anything else but here goes: 

 

THE LADY

 

On either side

Long fields

the sky;

the road

up and down

people go,

Gazing where

Willows whiten,

the island

gray towers,

a space

of flowers,

willow-veil’d

Slide the

slow horses;

seen her

reaping early

song echoes

river winding

the moon

Listening, whispers

curse her

To look

mirror clear

Shadow world

eddy whirls,

red cloaks

her web

still delights

A funeral,

And music,

 half-sick

of shadows

 

Napowrimo: phrase + google prompt

Right so I am sure you are all aware of the phrase ”you know what thought did? followed a dustcart and followed a wedding” I used the words ”what thought did” put them into google and cut and pasted words and phrases from the various results (neatly skipping over the hundred reasons song) to create this: 

 

What Thought Did

 

A piece of nonsense which basically points out the futility of

addressed to someone who has just made a stupid mistake

reply to someone who starts making the excuse

he could come to power only because people did think

but their thinking was poisoned and bats you around the ears

I thought it was really funny, but no one else did

it is thought DID rarely resolves spontaneously

What thought did you finally write down?

Napowrimo: anagram prompt

I used this prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2013/04/day-24/ put in my full name and then twiddled some of the results into this:

 

A Cannonaded Rummy Mr Pry

Rampancy Doomed A Canard

Ruddy Men’s Rampancy A Norm

A Madman Cyder Romp Runny

A Yardman Crony Mend Rump

A Drama Crummy Dry Pennon

Crummy Nerdy Panda A Norm

Commanded Marry A Nun Pry

My Redundancy Ramp A Morn

Commander Randy Mr A Puny

Crammed Dram A Runny Pony

Cramped A Dynamo Mr Runny

Madmen Pry A Mordancy Urn

A Caddy Merman Romps Runny

 

Napowrimo: Jo Bell’s Prompt.

My poem cannot match up to Vona Groake’s but in an attempt not lose momentum here is my effort on a favourite word. http://belljarblog.wordpress.com/2013/04/26/napowrimo-the-end-is-nigh/

 

Malapropism:

 

the only word to describe my mother’s speech patterns

for years no word I had found could describe the confusion

The way she accosts shop assistants with her own brand of gibberish

I am gifted at unravelling, babarella becomes xena warrior princess

There are often cultural swaps, and as I age I blush more

And find myself spouting nonsense with conviction.

Napowrimo: found poem

Because I have not posted for a few days here is a quick one gleaned from the side of a squash bottle these are fruit anagrams apparently:

 

rapt figure

panel pipe

among

starry brew

an ogre

riot cap

mile