Murisopsis’s poetry scavenger hunt prompt #2 is to write a Donna or an ode to a woman named Donna. My friend Donna died in July of last year from covid, and I’m grateful to be able to write a tribute to her. Peace to your ♥!
Prima Donna (my first one)
My mind is mush; my brain is fried. I think I’m gonna quit. I don’t wanna Write a Donna. Hey—hold on—this is it!
Letter to Donna
Dear Donna, Faithful friend And sister In spirit, Companion On the drive To meetings— Greetings.
A prayer Warrior Here on earth, In heaven Even more, Intercede For me, friend, No end.
Next up, an ode to NaPoWriMo. Uh-oh. Attempt number two (dum dum dum). Perfect—ly awful. Okay, third time’s the charm (dumb dumb dumb). What a crock! Ready or not, It’s high time—no Maybe about it— One of these (30) days,
I’ll write NaPoWriMo a poem of praise.
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If I had to spend one month on a deserted island and could take only one book, it would be National Poetry Writing Month and an empty notebook.
NaPoWriMo22 Day 30 — Prompt #7 from murisopsis’s poetry scavenger hunt, to write an irregular ode–or in my case, a highly irregular ode. (I tried to make the color of the five stars darker for an easier-on-the-eyes contrast, but no go.) This seems like a good way to end the month. It’s been an incredibly enjoyable and satisfying 30 days, and I’m sending a big thanks to all who contributed to making it that way. I’ll be back next year for more inspiration and fellowship. Take care, and peace to your ♥!
P.S. I’ll be gone for the weekend and will respond to comments when I return. Then it’s back to posting once or twice a week.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a poem of over-the-top compliments. Since I’m not feeling expansive at the moment, I’m instead posting a visual poem I worked on yesterday [an audio description can be found here] and also including the link for an ode to summer I composed years ago for a contest. Written in the flowery language of a traditional ode, it fits the prompt pretty well, I think. Peace to your ♥ !
NaPoWriMo20 Day 16 - I didn't use the NaPoWriMo.net prompt.
I wrote the following poem for an ode-writing contest six years ago. I don’t think they were looking for traditional-style odes, but that’s what came first to my mind. Perhaps I went a mite overboard. :) Peace to your ♥ !
Ode to Summer
O, Summer! That you should be measured solely by that span from solstice to autumnal equinox! Nay, you are more: the former part of June you did adopt and made sister to the other three: sultry July, August that bears a canine stamp, and sweet September whose mildness mocks the school-bound child. Your lamp you do not douse till late, but let it burn that we might feast outdoors in golden light, And even then do not extinguish all, but spark the night with flies which so impress, we close our eyes and find them gleaming still.
Summer! Who can fail to heed your dulcet call, enticement to lay aside our base pursuits and, free from confining boot and wall, tramp barefoot through an earthy paradise? The bee proposes how to spend a happy hour: from him we learn to find content in drawing from each scented flower such heavenly drink as to honey all our later waking and be rich fare for the meager winter board. And thus we savor the gurgling brook, the slanting ray that gilds a path to the celestial gate, gladsome air of wren and rook, and each shady nook within the verdant copse.
Were I compelled to wear out my days in endless summer, fain would I embrace my fate. But as that congenial plight can ne’er be mine, rather will I praise your endless charms, and count myself thrice blest if in these lines a single summer’s moment I have stopped, that it may be forever treasured. Yea, Summer, figure of all that is fair and good, such that a thousand lines would not suffice to name the half, Fortunate the man who can afford to court thy favors!
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