Day 3 #NaPoWriMo prompt



First, make a list of ten words. You can generate this list however you’d like – pull a book off the shelf and find ten words you like, name ten things you can see from where you’re sitting, etc. Now, for each word, use Rhymezone to identify two to four similar-sounding or rhyming words. For example, if my word is “salt,” my similar words might be “belt,” “silt,” “sailed,” and “sell-out.”

Once you’ve assembled your complete list, work on writing a poem using your new “word bank.” You don’t have to use every word, of course, but try to play as much with sound as possible, repeating sounds and echoing back to others using your rhyming and similar words.
Random words:

Bulb

Blade

Lumpy

Insult

Mint

Adamant

Book

Knot

Chain

Swell

Rhymed words:

Pulp

Grayed

Bumpy

Cult

Flint

Amulet

Shook

Naught

Reign

Quell

Flipping to the End

3 April 20 1114 hrs

Today’s sun is like a solitary bulb

Reminding us of the forbidden zone

Driving our eyes downward, maintaining prescribed distance

Scribbling away the madness on wooden pulp

Feeling my face

The children ask me to apply the morning blade

Standing in the shower once there were black flecks

Alas, they have all grayed

Obsessing over the belly that has grown lumpy

My first request once our containment has been released

Is to shower, under scalding waters

Removing the last bit of hair on a head that has grown bumpy

There is no forgiveness given

To those of the denial cult

For their stupidity is a childish insult

And we are damned by their obtuseness

My teeth have been grinding, bereft of the taste of mint

Personal grooming loses its importance

Once depression sets in

But the eyes still sparkle, there is fire caused by flint

Pushing through these days

My will remains adamant

Stubbornness against collapse I wear like an amulet

There will be no surrender today

My regrets during this time could fill a book

Wishing I read more, created more

But being more for who

So my dreams of being stoic have been shook

My physical and mental health are under nonmedical inspection

But my bonds with my chosen have tightened into a knot

The first week I wish to remember it naught

Once we put this nightmare to rest, I will live as if it were my last week

We may realize that holding hands strengthens us like an interlocked chain

I was never a solitary force

Realizing now how I crave touch

And now the microbes temporarily reign

Don’t be so fast to exit this plane

I’m learning stillness, allowing my heart to swell

Intimating inaction is the way to make the static quell

We will all find our demise to swift to comprehend

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