(Global) NaPoWriMo 2022 Early-Bird Prompt


Thanks to Pierre Van Crombrugghe @vancromp for making this photo available freely on Unsplash

Tomorrow begins the National/Global Poetry Writing Month—the day I look forward to all year long.

But today, we were offered an early-bird prompt based on the poetry of Emily Dickinson. The challenge was to write a response to one of her poems. I included the poem I used for inspiration below and also used a similar form and meter.

I hope you enjoy eavesdropping on my conversation with Emily.

Consulting summer’s clock,
But half the hours remain.
I ascertain it with a shock —
I shall not look again.
The second half of joy
Is shorter than the first.
The truth I do not dare to know
I muffle with a jest.

—By Emily Dickinson

A Response to Emily

I stand with the poet,
Stunned how steep the slope.
Beauty as we know it
Denies us all the hope.
Shorter joy I refuse;
The truth I choose to know.
The hues of life ensconced in blue,
and I in here and now.


NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 29


Thanks to Lily Banse @lvnatikk for making this photo available freely on Unsplash

The prompt for today is called “in the window.” Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene. It could be a childhood neighbor’s workshop or a window looking into an alien spaceship. What do I see? What’s going on? The challenge was to write a poem describing what I see.

Too often I look at someone or some situation and think I know. In fact, the longer I peer into it, the more certain I become that I know exactly what is going on when actually I am looking through a distorted lens.

I cast no blame on the distorted lens, the truth is we all see through different levels of distortion. All we need to realize is that perhaps we will never be able to see perfectly clearly. And it is ok.

The View

It is difficult
to see through murky waters
and walk away
with clarity of vision.

You see the waters,
they muck up our view
and leave us wondering
if our eyes can truly see.

What if our perception
is really misperception?
What if the slow-moving river
holds terror in her depths?

It is difficult, you see,
to see clearly through
water refracting light—
it bends before our eyes.

Our anamorphic view
sees a glorious treasure
hidden in the jade depths
where crocodiles swim.

—A Draft Poem by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan

Let me know what you think in the comments below.