Infamy

Day 29 of NaPoWriMo 2020

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Infamy

Infamy is an elephant
It trumpets disharmony –
It is de-tusked –
Lo, all it does is lumber around.

 

Notes:  Day 29 of NaPoWriMo 2020.  I suppose elephants are no pets, so this may be off-prompt.  I was stuck today as I have never had a pet, nor have one and will not have one and in anticipation of a busy day ahead tomorrow.  But, then I remember a 2013 prompt that asked you to write an “opposite poem”.  So I picked this Emily Dickinson poem:

Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.
 
I liked where I ended up with my attempt (for now, at least).

The prompt for today is:

“…to write a paean to the stalwart hero of your household: your pet. Sing high your praises and tell the tale of Kitty McFluffleface’s ascension of Mt. Couch. Let us hear how your intrepid doggo bravely answers the call to adventure whenever the leash jingles.

If you don’t have a pet, perhaps you know one or remember one who deserves to be immortalized in verse. For inspiration, I direct you to a selection from an 18th-century poem by Christopher Smart, Jubilate Agno, in which the poet’s praise for his cat ranges from “For he is docile and can learn certain things” all the way up to “For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.” Personally, I’m lucky if my cat doesn’t just sleep the day away, but I find her pretty delightful all the same.”

In Review

Day 27 NaPoWriMo 2020

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In Review

The twinkle in those eyes drive me insane, I conclude in review
Between dream and wakefulness, in my bed, I’m glued in review.

A historic question: can forty-three be topped in ineptitude and malice?
Along comes forty-five, surpassing with his turpitude. In review.

Uncertainty is usually beyond control, it’s about unknown unknowns.
Beware of those who do nothing but speak in certitude, in review.

A virus going pandemic may seem like an isolated event, but
plantery interconnectedness makes it a prelude in review.

What could be done differently, what could be said differently,
in silence I do the math, in my head I brood in review.

The flame ignited, burns bright, even as a gust of wind makes it
flicker from time to time. Is this one of those moods in review?

Those who serve on the front line, whether they think it is their jobs,
their duty, their choice, deserve a great deal of gratitude in review.

Your promises are a ‘Mirage’ that play with my emotions
This time is different, I thought, yet you elude in review.

Notes: Day 27 of NaPoWriMo 2020. The prompt for today is:

“…challenge you to write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie of a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed. For example, your mother-in-law, the moon, or the year 2020 (I think many of us have some thoughts on that one!)”

Not entirely on-prompt, as I did not pick a single subject, which usually hard to do when writing a ghazal.  But I did incorporate review as a refrain (radif) weaving into a ghazal and ruminating about many things.  Wrote this in bits and pieces, and unfortunately, without much of a review. So hopefully it is coherent!