Twilight Cat – NaPoWriMo 2017 – Day nine – a nine line poem

 

glopo2017button2

Twilight Cat

Cat on bed 1

 

I am never alone in the evening hours

If Puss is not on my doorstep, I’ll call her.

She never waits for dark or the evening stars

Sometimes at twilight, she’ll come with a rush

Because every move I make indoors, she’ll decipher.

She has no tactics, no hidden ambush

Her evening ritual is usually to be mild and patient.

We always spend our evening hours together.

But mornings, to be outdoors, sees a new agreement.

 

Benita H. Kape © 9.4.2017

 

“Finally, here is our prompt (optional, as always). Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem. Although the fourteen-line sonnet is often considered the “baseline” form of verse in English, Sir Edmund Spenser wrote The Faerie Queene using a nine-line form of his own devising, and poetry in other languages (French, most particularly) has always taken advantage of nine-line forms. You can find information of various ways of organizing rhyme schemes, meters, etcetera for nine-line works here. And of course, you can always eschew such conventions entirely, and opt to be a free-verse nine-line poet.”

I have chosen to write a poetic form called a Nocturna. Nine lines, eight of which deal with the night and one with the morning.

Standard

Any Time of Day – GloPoWriMo 2017 – Day Four – Enigma

napo2017button1

Any Time of Day

I am slippery

I am smooth

And I am top

.

I am made of paper

I have songs to sing

I am in a folio

Sometimes,

I am three in the wind

 .

I am curved in places

I am a modern innovation

I’m always on the bottom

.

I am made of paper

I have stories to tell

I am a favourite of lovers

Any time of day

Some would do without me

Some would not

 .

Sometimes I cover the ground

I am old as trees

Sometimes you see through me

Or sometimes, the broad view

Through the trees

And I will come to mind

Sometimes I am rain

.

I am made of paper

I have songs to sing

Sometimes, I am three in the wind

Sometimes, I am rain

 

Benita H. Kape © 4.4.2017

 

 

Today I’d like you to take some inspiration from Elgar and write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle, but not necessarily a riddle of the “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” variety. You could choose a word, for example, “yellow,” and make everything in the poem something yellow, but never actually allude to their color. Or perhaps you could closely describe a famous physical location or person without ever mentioning what or who it actually is.

Standard