65: POETRY FOR 30 DAYS IN APRIL DAY 12



Project Details

Hello friend, I am Timothy Kimo Brien, head instigator at Create Art Podcast where we help you to tame the inner critic and create more than we consume. Every year in April National Poetry Writing Month occurs, this is a challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days and comes from the NaPoWriMo site. When you participate you are given a prompt every day for 30 days and you can choose to follow the prompt or not. Each prompt has a commentary with it and a style of poetry that you may not be familiar with. I enjoy it because it stretches my creative muscles and helps me organize my thoughts. I also really enjoy a good challenge. There is also an opportunity to read other people’s work as they post on their websites and for you to comment on their work, giving them encouragement or offering a suggestion. Care to join me on this journey?

Day 12 Prompt

Finally, our prompt (optional, as always). I’m calling this one “Past and Future.” This prompt challenges you to write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction. A hat tip to Cathy Park Hong for a tweet that pointed me to the science fiction dictionary and to Hoa Nguyen for introducing me to the Classical Dictionary.

Day 12 Poem

The Dreams

The visions kept coming

There seemed to be no end

He would finish a painting

Only to see the flames change the colors

Into something no one had witnessed

He was alone

Hurtling through space and time

Never to be disturbed

To focus just on the work

He was unaware

Of anyone else

And there was no one to view

The masterpieces as they flew

Out from his hands

And onto the canvas of his mind

His entombment carried his name, Pausias

As did the sleeper ship

As he was only DNA fused with silicone chips

There was no body to nourish

He had attained what most artists crave

The immortality to create

Forever

Without the constraints

Without any limits

But after how many millennia

That he lost count

He was ready to return home

And share the work with those

Who had been extinct

Longer than most of humanity had been alive

The number of his works completed

And compiled

Had risen to over eighty-seven thousand

In less than half a second they could be retrieved

But with none to share

His life force faded

The chips could not revive him

From this self-imposed slumber

He slipped to the other dream

That artists have

Escaping the bonds of the cruel world

Into oblivion

Where those he loved dwelt

And it was there

He shared his works

That none would delete

Or disremember

Reaching Out

To reach out to me, email timothy@createartpodcast.com I would love to hear about your journey and what you are working on. If you would like to be on the show or have me discuss a topic that is giving you trouble write in and lets start that conversation.

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