NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 26

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With the prompt today I was challenged you to write a parody on a poem already written by another poet. I figured go big or go home, so I chose Emily Dickinson and her poem, “Tell all the truth but tell it slant”

Besides being fun, it was a challenge to mirror her tone, rhyme scheme, and form. So friends, tell your lies…and shout them out!

Here is Emily's original (beautiful) version:

Tell all the truth but tell it slant — (1263) 
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies 
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise 
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind B
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —   

--by Emily Dickinson
And here is my parody poem about telling lies. 

Tell all your lies and shout them out —

Tell all your lies and shout them out —
Wearing your crooked smile
We cannot bear the truth, you know
And your tall tales beguile
As light will blind most tender eyes
Deceit will blind the heart
And faults that burn fiery and fierce
Fracture and tear apart —

- A Draft Parody Poem by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan

Let me know what you think in the comments below.

Day #29

National Poetry Month: Day #29

The prompt for today was called the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” and was originally developed by Jim Simmerman. There were twenty little projects themselves — the challenge is to use them all in one poem. I used ten because my day was too full to work all twenty into my poem.

the new road

i wonder…

emily says dying is a wild night and a new road.
i say dying is sort of like walking too close to the rails when the chicago el whizzes by: whooosh!
nowyouseeme nowyoudon’t!
dying tastes like a quiet color
in explosive rainbow proportions.
i hear the clacking coming;
i feel the rush of wind
and touch the steamy air
just before that silver bullet train starts whizzing toward me.

i wonder if the actual moment of death feels like being a rider on the train watching the people stare as i pass by them.

i wonder if death feels like new life.

i wonder if becalmanddie would make a good slogan on a billboard advertising dying.

perhaps emily is right after all;
perhaps the billboard sign should be lit in blinking neon lights
guiding the way home on the new road (which just happens to pass a tad too close to the el train tracks).

…whooosh!