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  • April Poetry Madness April 21 to APril 25 Poems

    April Poetry Madness April 21 to APril 25 Poems

    April Poetry Madness 2024 April 21 to April 25, 2024

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    This is the fourth batch of my April Poetry Madness challenge poems, (for April 21 to April 25), following daily prompts supplied by Poetry Superhighway, Writer’s Digest, Writing Com Dew Drop Inn, and NaPoWriMo. I am not posting any more PSH poems as I need to keep some unpublished for future submissions.

    I have included the poem, the prompt, and occasionally a bonus poem or comment or two. I am also cross-posting this on All Poetry, Blog Lovin, Cosmos Funnel,  Facebook, Fan Story, Instagram, LinkedIn, Medium, Substack, Wattpad, Writer’s Digest, Writing Com, and Twitter. This is probably my last time doing this. Just getting too old to keep up.

    You can find my previous entries here:

    April 1 to April 6 Poems 2024 Poetry Madness

    April Poetry Madness 2024 April 7 to April 14

    PSH April 2023 Poems

    April 2023 Poems

    Writers Digest April 2023 Poems

    https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2QB April 15 to  April 20

    https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2Rm April 21 to April 25

    Comments are welcomed but keep it civil.

    Part One

    April 1

    PSH Ode to Durian

    WD  Optimistic Letourneau

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    Easter Bunny -warm up March 31

    Sarang pabo love fool

    NaPoWrMo Springtime Flowers Blooming Love

    April 2

    PSH The Words of the Year 1955 PSH

    WD Sad and happy days

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo  Cage

    NaPoWrMo It Can’t Happen Here

     

    April 3

    Berkeley Mad Psychotic Pineapple Burns Sonnet

    PSH 2 AI Version Traditional Sonnet

    WD  My Musical Street

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo  Ode to Coffee

     

    April 4, 2024

    PSH The Cosmic Dog from Goa

    WD Don’t Make a Mistake Vote for Jake

    WC Ending Daily Shaving in Retirement

    NaPoWrMo The Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

    AV version The Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

     

    April 5, 2024

    PSH Love Expressed Through Food

    WD Tell Me No Lies

    WC Make Baseball Great Again!

    NaPoWrMo Resurrecting the Dodo Bird

    April 6

     PSH  Cosmic Dog From Goa

    WD  Meeting My Fate Minimum Poem

    WC Daily Ritual Drinks

    NaPoWrMo Only In SF

     

    Part Two

     April 7

     

    PSH  Visiting My Father’s Grave

    Bonus: Yakima Dessert Blues

    WD Meeting My Fate Minimum Poem

    WC  Why Trump?

    NaPoWrMo Planetary Nut Re-Configuration Program

     

    April 8

     

    PSH Area Codes

    WD My Lucky Number

    WC Economic Perception Delay

    NaPoWrMo Wish You Were Here

     

    April  9

    PSH  Dearly Beloved

    WD the Major Event of My Life

    WC Death to All Humans

    NaPoWrMo My Dysfunctional Family

     

    April 10

     

    PSH You Can’t Write That!

    WD Better Political Discourse Needed

    WC Green Trees Don’t Make It

    AI Bing Version

    NaPoWrMo  Ode to My Coffee Pot

     

    April 11

     

    PSH Quote Poem About 9-11

    WD Crazy Love Nonet

    WC April 11—Eclipse/d two Lunatic Lune Poems about the Eclipse

    NaPoWrMo Tribute to John Dean

     

    April 12

     

    PSH  Subway Journey

    WD Old Man Lost In His Old Memories

    WC  Civil War 2.0

    NaPoWrMo  11 One Liners

     

    April 13

     

    PSH First Time to Eat Kimchi

    WD Five Trumpian Humor Poetic Fragments

    WC April 13—Discovery Shooting Down the Alien Visitors

    NaPoWrMo Saga of Big Daddy

     

    April 14

     

    PSH  99 Haiku TBC

    WD Life Worth Living

    WC  Tech Peeves

    NaPoWrMo  Shy Man Fishing

     

    Part Three

     

    Writer’s Digest Poems  

    April 15  New Middle Poem Middle Of Political Silly Season In The U.S.  Trigger Warning Mild Political Rant

    April 16 Trump Shardona Poem

    April 17 New Tuesday prompt write a Shadorma poem about recent tech layoffs CEO To Labor Units of Production Shardona – You are Not Wanted

    April 18  WD pessimistic Poem -not the Way to Fire People New Rules in the New Corporation World

    April 19 Emotion Poem -Fears of Falling

    April 20 The Circus Bear Escapes

    Bear in collar  hears praise while rambling

    alt. bonus poem Met And Married My Dream Lady

     Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts

     

    WC April 15 Lament Drifting Towards Civil War 2.0

    WC Prove Something – God’s Demented Sense of Humor

    WC Question something -The Basic Decency and Sanity of Americans

    WC Scumbagology

    WC Comedy – The Donald Trump Show is Getting Old

     

    NaPoWriMo Prompts

    April 15

    My stamp collection

    April 16

    late Night Earthquake blues

    April 17

    What is Hip?

    April 18 It’s A Dog’s Life for Me

    April 19

    Hunting the Monsters in Hell

    Day 20  Trail of Tears – My Family Connection

    Begin Poems 

    Writers Digest Prompts

     

    April 21 PAD Challenge: Fairy Tale Romance

    lovers kissing
    lovers kissing

    Sam Adams often thought

    Of his true love story

    As a fairy tale romance

    That somehow became real.

     

     

    He had dreamt of meeting

    His dream lady

    For eight years.

     

    He joined the Peace Corps

    Traveled to Korea

    To look for her.,

     

    Then one day

    She told him

    In his dream

     

    “Don’t worry

    We will meet soon”

     

    That night

    She walked off a bus

    Into his life

    Becoming his wife.

     

    They were from different worlds

    She was a Korean college student

    From a middle-class family.

     

    And he had grown up

    As the son of a college professor

    And politician in liberal Berkeley.

     

    Yet despite their different backgrounds

    And different personalities

     

    He was not very practical

    Lost in his world at times

    Not that ambitious.

     

    She was very practical

    Money minded woman

    Determined to make her mark

    On the world

     

    And they did not see eye to eye

    On many things

    But on the things that really matter

     

    They were there for each other

    Understanding each other

    And their love grew

    Day by day.

     

    Until one day

    Sam realized that they had

    Been together 42 years

     

    And were still in love.

    And that had made all the difference

    In their fairy tale true love story.

     

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a trope poem.

    Once we get through today’s poem, we’ll be finished with the first three weeks of this challenge. Where has the time gone?

    For today’s prompt, write a trope poem. For most people, tropes are common plot devices used in certain genres. In romance, for example, the “different worlds” trope brings together two characters from different walks of life and/or cultures. Meanwhile, a popular trope in horror fiction is to split up, which usually doesn’t end well for many of the characters. Mysteries frequently feature the “unassuming suspect” trope. Pick a trope or mix a few in your poem today.

    If you need help getting started, check out these lists of popular tropes:

    check out and save for future use

     

    21 Popular Romance Tropes for Writers.

    21 Popular Thriller Tropes for Writers.

    21 Popular Science Fiction Tropes for Writers.

    21 Popular Horror Tropes for Writers.

    21 Popular Mystery Tropes for Writers.

    21 Popular Fantasy Tropes for Writers.

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 22 Gaii’s Calls for Revenge Against Humanity Earth Day Nightmare

    The spirit of the ancient trees woke up
    after thousands of years of slumber.

    They woke up and marched on Washington
    demanding an end to logging, pollution, mining
    and other assaults on the planet earth
    by the mad human creatures.

    They said that Gaia, the guardian angel
    of the planet had summoned them
    with this warning to the people of earth.
    Your time on this planet is coming to an end
    i have decreed it, and no one can oppose my will.

    Gaia kept her word, unleashing a supper plagues
    wiped out 99 percent of humanity.
    The few who remained lived under
    the watchful eyes of the tree spirits.

     

    Today is Earth Day, so…

    For today’s prompt, write an earth poem. The poem can be about nature or the planet. But it can also be about anything or anyone on the planet. Or dirt (aka, earth); feel encouraged to write a poem about dirt. Or earthlings!

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 23 The Heart of the Matter

    Donald Trump’s Trials the Heart of the Matter

     

    The heart of the matter

    With Donald Trump’s numerous trials

    Is simply this

     

    Is the former president

    Above the law

    Can he do what he wants

    And not be held accountable?

     

    Is the former president

    An authoritarian leader

    A potential king?

    Or is he simply

    An everyday citizen now?

     

    Is he  a strong leader

    a visionary revolutionary populist?

    As he constantly proclaims

     

    Or is he broken-down

    Pathetic old loser ?

     

    That is the heart

    Of the matter.

     

    Today is our fourth Two-for-Tuesday prompt, which would usually mean it’s the final Two-for-Tuesday prompt of the month, but we’re lucky this year: five Tuesdays!

    For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:

    Write a “(blank) of the Heart” poem, and/or…

    Write a “Heart of the (blank)” poem.

    Not sure what I’m talking about? Replace the blank in either of these phrases with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” “Coney Island of the Heart,” “Heart of the Champion,” and/or “Heart of the Night.”

     

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Maximum Cruelty in the Name of Jesus in the Point

    governor abbot
    governor abbot

    I don’t understand

    Why are so many Christian evangelical leaders

     

     

    And politicians

    Are so cruel to everyone!

     

    It seems as if displaying

    Maximum cruelty.

     

    To the marginalized communities

    To the poor, to immigrants

    To the black and brown community

    To Asians and other foreigners

    To women, and especially

    To the LGBTQ community

    Is the point.

     

    And all done in Jesus’s name.

    By this self proclaimed

    Christians.

     

    This is something that Jesus

    If he came back

    Would not approve

    As it violates the core principles,

    Of the Christian faith.

     

    Jesus would say,

     

    “Where is the love?

    Where is the compassion?

    Where is the mercy ?

    That I proclaimed

    Was the core of my teachings?”

     

    He would say to them,

     

    “You are not Christians”

    And he would drive them

    Out of the Christian church.

     

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a maximum poem.

    Well, we’ve only got a week of April remaining, so let’s poem the heck out of the rest of this month.

    For today’s prompt, write a maximum poem. Some people may recall that we wrote a minimum poem back on day 6; this takes that concept and brings it back the other way. In fact, one possible way into today’s poem would be to see what you did on day 6 and turn it on its head. Or go somewhere completely new. Whatever you do, take it to the max.

     

    Day 25 Insight into Trumps Incite

    president trump

    One of the many things

    That the former President

    Has been accused of is

     

     

    His calls for his followers

    To rise up and riot,

     

    An incitement to violence

    On his behalf

    Like on January 6th.

     

    My insight into

    this incitement rhetoric

    Is simply this,

     

    The former president is

    The ultimate con man

    An authoritarian wannabe

     

    And inciting violence

    Is part of his stock in trade

    Hoping that his MAGA nation

    Will help him take power again.

     

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts

     

     April 21—Salient  Image (poem based on one concrete thing you remember at day’s end)

    Every evening when I fall asleep,

    I see my wife of 42 years

    Coming to me.

     

    And every morning

    I wake up

    Feeling her love.

    .

    And I realize

    That the one good thing

    I have done in this life.

     

    Is marry the lady

    Of my dreams.

     

    April 22— Serio-comic dilemma

    2024 Election Choices Trigger Warning -Anti-Trump Rant!

    The election of 2024

    Presents an existential choice

    Which old white grandpa dude

     

    Both past their prime time

    Do you support for president?

     

    Friendly, grandpa

    Who has been president

    For the last three years?

    Presiding over a decent economic expansion

    Amid war in Europe and the Mid-east.

     

    Or the former chaos president

     

    Facing multiple court cases

    Owing settlements for fraud

    Sexual assault and defamation?

     

    Who promises more chaos

    And retribution against his enemies

    In the deep state, and media.

     

    Calling them all communists

    As if an international communist threat

    Was it still a thing?

     

    Promising to deport

    Illegal aliens

    And possibly withdrawing from NATO

    And other alliances,

     

    and impose crippling tariffs

    on all imports?

     

    Yet to his supporters

    Has been anointed by god

    To vanquish his enemies.

     

    or vote for RFJ, JR

    or Cornel West

    or Jill Stein

    or the libertarian candidate

     

    or just boycott the election.

    staying home in disgust.

     

    Sadly, that is our choice

    On election day.

    The obvious choice for this prompt was the current re-match in the U.S. pitting Trump Vs Biden and three to four third parties. what a farce it is in my mind. In a country of 335 million people, these are our choices?.

     

    April 23—Let Shakespeare be your inspiration

    lovers
    couple-in-love-silhouette-during

    My true love story

    Almost seems like

    A fairy tale romance.

     

     

    Romeo and Julian almost.

     

    Two lovers met

    From different worlds

    And find themselves.

     

    Also has elements

    Of “Mid-summer night dreams”

    Sonnets and poems.

     

    And other classic romance

    Dramas, poems, and stories.

     

    And classic romcoms.

    Including Sleepless in Seattle

    And Bollywood and K dramas..

     

    But in my story

    I dreamt of meeting

    And marrying my dream lady

     

    Traveled to Korea

    Where she was waiting for me.

     

    And despite opposition

    From her family.

     

    There was a happy ending

    And we are still together

    42 years later.

    I likened my true love story to a Shakespearean drama or sonnet as it had elements of Romeo and Juliet and Midsummer’s Night Dream among other plays and sonnets. I have written a lot about my fairy tale dream romance in my portfolio and on my blog.

     

    April 24—Unexplored Desire

    As one gets older

    One often looks back

    At all the things you did

    In your life.

     

    The good, the bad, and the ugly

    And we all have those moments

    Because we are human.

     

    And some things you desired

    But never pursued.

     

    For me, it was a dream

    Of becoming a famous writer

    While I can write poems

    And short stories,

     

    My greatest desire

    Was to write

    The Great American Novel.

     

    And sadly it will remain

    An unfulfilled desire

    As I don’t have the patience or energy .

     

    To edit my six rough draft novels

    Turning them into something publishable

    And they may die when I die.

     

    And I am in good company.

     

    The rule of ten rule applies

    Of one hundred people

    Who want to write a novel

    Less than ten percent finish it

    Of those less than ten percent publish it

    Of those less than ten percent make any money

    Of those less than ten percent make a living

    At writing their novels.

     

    The rule of ten is a meme that applies to many things. I have seen it applied to novel writing, acting, politics and sports.  The point being that most people fail to achieve their dreams and there are only a few professional athletes for example although there are millions of people who have played the game in high school or college, few ever make it to the major leagues. Similar thing applies to novelists, only a few people ever make money from writing a novel. Among Actors they call it the 1 percent rule, of people who try acting, only 1 percent will ever make a living from being an actor full time,  and politics. Of all those who aspire to be President, only 45 have ever made it, and 44 were white males, and one black man.

    April 25—TV series

    The_Adventures_of_Bullwinkle_and_Rocky
    The_Adventures_of_Bullwinkle_and_Rocky

    One of my favorite shows as a child

    Was the Rocky and Bullwinkle Show.

     

     

     

    Featuring Rocky the squirrel.

    Bulwinkle the Moose

    And associated bad guys.

     

    Including Boris Benioff

    And Natasha Fatale

    Vaguely Eastern European communists.

    who worked for the Fearless Leader

    perhaps East German or Russian?

     

    Rocky and Bullwinkle

    Like the Simpsons, Futurama,

    American Dad and Family Guy

     

    Were children’s show

    They were also quite subversive

    Satire on modern life.

     

    But Bulwinkle remains my favorite

    Years ago I binged watched episodes

     

    And remember every episode

    Even though I had last seen them

    Almost 50 years before.

    Bing Co-Pilot provided useful background information

    Certainly! The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle and Friends, commonly referred to as simply Rocky and Bullwinkle, is an American animated television series that originally aired from November 19, 1959, to June 27, 1964, on the ABC and NBC television networks. Produced by Jay Ward Productions, the series is structured as a variety show, with the main feature being the serialized adventures of the two title characters:

    Rocket J. (“Rocky”) Squirrel: An anthropomorphic flying squirrel.

    Bullwinkle J. Moose: A moose.

    The main antagonists in most of their adventures are the two Russian-like spies:

    Boris Budanov

    Natasha Fatale

    Both Boris and Natasha work for the Nazi-like dictator Fearless Leader. The show also features several supporting segments, including:

    Dudley Do-Right: A parody of an old-time melodrama.

    Peabody’s Improbable History: In this segment, a dog named Mr. Peabody and his boy Sherman travel through time.

    Fractured Fairy Tales: Classic fairy tales retold in comic fashion.

    The series has left a lasting cultural impact and continues to be beloved by audiences. Although the current blanket title was imposed for home video releases more than 40 years after the series originally aired, the show was broadcast under different titles during its television run:

    Rocky and His Friends (1959–1961)

    The Bullwinkle Show (1961–1964)

    The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show (or The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle) in syndication123.

    Another interesting factoid the writers of the show were Berkeley High school students in the late 50’s when I was born.

     

    NaPoWriMo Prompts

     

    April 21 News Gives Me the Blues

     

    cnn logo
    cnn logo

    Watching the news

    As the sun rises,

     

    Drinking a cup

    Of snarling coffee.

    Often causes me

    To feel the blues.

     

     

     

     

    As I watch the gloom

    And doom the blues

    Comes knocking at my door.

     

    Then I look outside

    And see the blue sky

    Inviting me

    To go for a walk.

     

    As I walk with my wife

    The love of my life

    By the blue waters

    Of the Gimpo Korea canal.

    Near my house.

    Gimpo Canal
    Gimpo Canal

     

     

     

     

     

    Enjoying the blue sky

    And the blue neon sign displays,

    A bluebird of happiness

    flies overhead

    And the blues fade away.

     

    And now for our (optional) prompt! Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color. Some examples for you – Diane Wakoski’s “Blue Monday,” Walter de la Mare’s “Silver,” and Dorothea Lasky’s “Red Rum.”

    April 22 Coffee and Tea endless argument – which is better?

     

    coffee
    coffee

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Coffee and Tea

    Two old friends from way back

     

    Were having an argument

    In their favorite coffee shop

     

    the Original Peets

    on Walnut and Vine

    in Berkeley’s gourmet ghetto

     

    It was a long-standing argument

    Dating back thousands of years ,

     

    Which is better for you,

    Coffee or tea?

     

    Mr. Carl Coffee maintained

    it was better

    For you with antioxidants

    Flavonoids and some caffeine.

     

    Ms Angela Tea maintained coffee

    Was overrated,

     

    Had too much caffeine

    And cost too much

    In fancy coffee shops.

    Like Peets.

     

    The two friends

    Concluded their argument.

     

    And went out and had

    A few shots of Mt. Guy rum

    In a bar near Campus.

     

    Carl Coffee was paying

    As coffee was better paid.

     

    Based on following article

    Certainly! Here’s an article from The Washington Post that compares the benefits of coffee versus tea: Why coffee is healthier than tea. It explores the research and explains why coffee comes out on top. ☕🍵

    Last but not least, here’s today’s optional prompt. This one comes from the poet and fiction writer Todd Dillard, who provided this idea on his twitter account a few months ago. The idea is to write a poem in which two things have a fight. Two very unlikely things, if you can manage it. Like, maybe a comb and a spatula. Or a daffodil and a bag of potato chips. Or perhaps your two things could be linked somehow – like a rock and a hard place – and be utterly sick of being so joined. The possibilities are endless!

    April 23 Batman Feeling the Blues Kojiki Poem

    batman
    batman

    On a winter’s night

    Batman was in the Bat Mobile

    on his nightly drive

     

     

    he was feeling his age

    no longer the batman he was

    now just an old man

     

    driving in the bat mobile

    tired of fighting criminals

    just feeling the blues.

     

    info from Fan Story Japanese Poetry group

    This week we are learning how to write a KOJIKI poem. You may use the event’s picture or your own.

    KOJIKI is the oldest poetic form that dates back to the 712th century. It’s divided into three parts: upper 5/7/5 – middle 5/7/5 – lower 7/7/7 syllables. Originally, KOJIKI was about religion but for this challenge, you can use any theme. It doesn’t rhyme. It uses a kigo (seasonal reference).

    HISTORY

    The Kojiki is one of the two primary sources for Shinto, the Japanese national religion. It starts in the realm of myth, with the creation of Japan from foam. Innumerable gods and goddesses are described. The narrative moves from mythology to historical legends and culminates in a chronology of the early Imperial line.

    wikipedia

    And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about, or involving, a superhero, taking your inspiration from these four poems in which Lucille Clifton addresses Clark Kent/Superman.

     

    April 24 the Dream of the Sphinx

    the sphinx
    The Great Sphinx of Giza. Monumental limestone statue of a reclining sphinx with a lion’s body and a human head (believed to represent the face of the Pharaoh Khephren). One of the pyramids in the background. Giza, Egypt

    In the shadowed desert night,

    The Sphinx stirs from her slumber,

    Her eyes half-closed, half-open,

    Ancient riddles etched upon her stone.

     

     

     

    She dreams of forgotten empires,

    Of pharaohs and their fleeting glory,

    Of sands that whisper secrets,

    And winds that carry

    echoes of lost civilizations.

     

    Her paws, once mighty and fierce,

    Now cradle the shifting dunes,

    Their touch a memory of power,

    Their weight a burden for eternity.

     

    The Sphinx dreams of travelers,

    Bold souls who seek her wisdom,

    Their footsteps leaving imprints,

    Brief as the morning dew on desert blooms.

     

    Her gaze pierces time’s veil,

    Seeking answers in the constellations,

    As if the stars hold the key

    To unlock the riddles of existence.

     

    And so she waits, patient and silent,

    Guardian of forgotten truths,

    Her dream a bridge between epochs,

    Her secret hidden in the sands of time.

     

    based on Emerson’s Poem  the Sphinx

    The Sphinx

    Ralph Waldo Emerson1803 (Boston) – 1882 (Concord)

    The Sphinx is drowsy,
    The wings are furled;
    Her ear is heavy,
    She broods on the world.
    “Who’ll tell me my secret,
    The ages have kept?–
    awaited the seer,
    While they slumbered and slept;–“The fate of the man-child;
    The meaning of man;
    Known fruit of the unknown;
    Daedalian plan;
    Out of sleeping a waking,
    Out of waking a sleep;
    Life death overtaking;
    Deep underneath deep?”Erect as a sunbeam,
    Upspringeth the palm;
    The elephant browses,
    Undaunted and calm;
    In beautiful motion
    The thrush plies his wings;
    Kind leaves of his covert,
    Your silence he sings.”The waves, unashamed,
    In difference sweet,
    Play glad with the breezes,
    Old playfellows meet;
    The journeying atoms,
    Primordial wholes,
    Firmly draw, firmly drive,
    By their animate poles.

    “Sea, earth, air, sound, silence,
    Plant, quadruped, bird,
    By one music enchanted,
    One deity stirred,–
    Each the other adorning,
    Accompany still;
    Night veileth the morning,
    The vapor the hill.

    “The babe by its mother
    Lies bathed in joy;
    Glide its hours uncounted,–
    The sun is its toy;
    Shines the peace of all being,
    Without cloud, in its eyes;
    And the sum of the world
    In soft miniature lies.

    “But man crouches and blushes,
    Absconds and conceals;
    He creepeth and peepeth,
    He palters and steals;
    Infirm, melancholy,
    Jealous glancing around,
    An oaf, an accomplice,
    He poisons the ground.

    “Outspoke the great mother,
    Beholding his fear;–
    At the sound of her accents
    Cold shuddered the sphere:–
    ‘Who has drugged my boy’s cup?
    Who has mixed my boy’s bread?
    Who, with sadness and madness,
    Has turned the man-child’s head?’”

    heard a poet answer,
    Aloud and cheerfully,
    “Say on, sweet Sphinx! thy dirges
    Are pleasant songs to me.
    Deep love lieth under
    These pictures of time;
    They fad in the light of
    Their meaning sublime.

    “The fiend that man harries
    Is love of the Best;
    Yawns the pit of the Dragon,
    Lit by rays from the Blest.
    The Lethe of nature
    Can’t trace him again,
    Whose soul sees the perfect,
    Which his eyes seek in vain.

    “Profounder, profounder,
    Man’s spirit must dive;
    To his aye-rolling orbit
    No goal will arrive;
    The heavens that now draw him
    With sweetness untold,
    Once found,–for new heavens
    He spurneth the old.

    “Pride ruined the angels,
    Their shame them restores;
    And the joy that is sweetest
    Lurks in stings of remorse.
    Have I a lover
    Who is noble and free?–
    would he were nobler
    Than to love me.

    “Eterne alternation
    Now follows, now flied;
    And under pain, pleasure,–
    Under pleasure, pain lies.
    Love works at the centre,
    Heart-heaving alway;
    Forth speed the strong pulses
    To the borders of day.

    “Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits!
    Thy sight is growing blear;
    Rue, myrrh, and cummin for the Sphinx–
    Her muddy eyes to clear!”–
    The old Sphinx bit her thick lip,–
    Said, “Who taught thee me to name?
    I am thy spirit, yoke-fellow,
    Of thine eye I am eyebeam.

    “Thou art the unanswered question;
    Couldst see they proper eye,
    Alway it asketh, asketh;
    And each answer is a lie.
    So take thy quest through nature,
    It through thousand natures ply;
    Ask on, thou clothed eternity;
    Time is the false reply.”

    Uprose the merry Sphinx,
    And crouched no more in stone;
    She melted into purple cloud,
    She silvered in the moon;
    She spired into a yellow flame;
    She flowered in blossoms red;
    She flowed into a foaming wave;
    She stood Monadnoc’s head.

    Through a thousand voices
    Spoke the universal dame:
    “Who telleth one of my meanings,
    Is master of all I am.”

    Finally, our (optional) prompt for the day is another one pulled from our 2016 archives. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This will work best if you just start with a line of poetry you remember, but without looking up the whole original poem. Or you could find a poem that you haven’t read before and then use a line that interests you. The idea is for the original to furnish the backdrop for your work, but without influencing you so much that you feel as if you are just rewriting the original! For example, you could begin, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,” or “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons,” or “I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster,” or “they persevere in swimming where they like.” Really, any poem will do to provide your starter line – just so long as it gives you the scope to explore.

    Day 25 Proust Questionnaire

    What is your idea of perfect happiness?

    I am most content and happy

    when I am hanging out

    just being with

    the love of my life

    What or who is the greatest love of your life?

    Angela Lee is my Dream Lady

    she haunted my dreams for eight years

    then came to life

    walked off a bus

    in South Korea

     

    42 years ago

    a fairy tale romance

    come to life

     

    What is your current state of mind?

     

    My current state of mind

    is quiet contemplation

    and sense of inner peace

     

    When and where were you happiest?

     

    The happiest day of my life

    was the day I met my wife

    42 years ago

     

    Which talent would you most like to have?

     

    I would have liked

    to have been able

    to drive a car

    play the piano professionally

    sing in a blues band

     

    finish my novels

    better skills

    at learning languages

     

    better vision

    more coordination skills

    If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

     

    I would have liked

    to have been born

    without a learning disability.

     

    better vision

    better teeth

    better hearing

    more coordination

    less socially awkward

    but still genius level IQ

     

    and never had the accident

    that left me with life-long fibromyalgias

    and arthritis, to boot.

     

    What do you consider your greatest achievement?

     

    My greatest achievements include

    Joining the State Department

    Joining the Peace Corps

    Graduating from UW graduate school

    graduating from college

    Teaching College for three years overseas

     

    and the most important thing of all

    is marrying my dream lady

     

    What is your most marked characteristic?

     

    sense of humor

    sense of adventure

    incurable romantic

    poet, writer, dreamer

     

    What do you most value in your friends?

     

    understanding, empathy, sense of humor

    sense of wonder

    Last but not least, here’s our optional prompt for the day. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on the “Proust Questionnaire,” a set of questions drawn from Victorian-era parlor games, and adapted by modern interviewers. You could choose to answer the whole questionnaire, and then write a poem based on your answers, answer just a few, or just write a poem that’s based on the questions. You could even write a poem in the form of an entirely new Proust Questionnaire. We have a fairly standard, 35-question version of the questionnaire laid out for you below.

    What is your idea of perfect happiness?

    What is your greatest fear?

    What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

    What is the trait you most deplore in others?

    Which living person do you most admire?

    What is your greatest extravagance?

    What is your current state of mind?

    What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

    On what occasion do you lie?

    What do you most dislike about your appearance?

    Which living person do you most despise?

    What is the quality you most like in a man?

    What is the quality you most like in a woman?

    Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

    What or who is the greatest love of your life?

    When and where were you happiest?

    Which talent would you most like to have?

    If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

    What do you consider your greatest achievement?

    If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?

    Where would you most like to live?

    What is your most treasured possession?

    What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

    What is your favorite occupation?

    What is your most marked characteristic?

    What do you most value in your friends?

    Who are your favorite writers?

    Who is your hero of fiction?

    Which historical figure do you most identify with?

    Who are your heroes in real life?

    What are your favorite names?

    What is it that you most dislike?

    What is your greatest regret?

    How would you like to die?

    What is your motto?

    The End

     

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