I make poems and I love a good story.
As with many writing-type people I like to start crafting a poem with an idea, a feeling, or even a title. I truly appreciate the writing prompts or the suggestions being the sort that makes a shared challenge all the more enjoyable. Knowing others are struggling with or breezing through the daily prompt or challenge makes me smile inwardly somehow.
If it is competition, then it’s the good kind; that brings out the best I can make; the funniest, the most somber, the largest word discard pile ever, maybe, even doggerel all of which I have produced with pixel, pencil, and pen.
The number one reason for my first time at participating in NaPoWriMo is learning something new. So, my own challenge is to practice a new or different poetic form with each poem of the month—I don’t think I’ll run out by day thirty. That’s my personal goal for National Poetry Writing Month 2018. I am knocked out by such a great idea like this annual ‘get-together’ to focus on a form of communication as old as civilization, perhaps much, much older.
Ancient cave paintings I think were our first cinemas. Dark places where a little light means so much, sequestered in mystery, how many stories were told there in the flickering lights, moving depictions, imagination sparked from real-life actions, or dreams hoped for etched and painted on magical walls.
We supply the emotion. The poems are our launch pads our magical walls. The prompts offer words and the poets distill them to their essence.
The word-pictures tell about our world, poems release us from the mundane or help us to see it in a new light, or even cast a shadow for contrast and new interest.
When we sleep at night we swim in a shared ocean and watch the cinema of the human mind, both deep immersion.
14 April, 2018