Create Art Podcast NaPoWriMo 2022 National Poetry Writing Month 2022 April 3rd 2022

National Poetry Writing Month 2022 April 3rd 2022

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History of National Poetry Writing Month

National Poetry Writing Month (also known as NaPoWriMo) is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month. NaPoWriMo coincides with the National Poetry Month in the United States of America and Canada.

NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April.

This website is owned and operated by Maureen Thorson, a poet living in Washington, DC. Inspired by NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month), she started writing a poem a day for the month of April back in 2003, posting the poems on her blog. When other people started writing poems for April, and posting them on their own blogs, Maureen linked to them. After a few years, so many people were doing NaPoWriMo that Maureen decided to launch an independent website for the project.

My History with National Poetry Writing Month

I started writing poetry in 1988 after I had been exposed to T.S. Elliot in my honors English class in high school. In 1992 I started reading my poetry publicly at Espesso Europia Coffee Shop in Abilene Tx while I was in the United States Air Force. This continued for many years when I ran my own poetry reading at Cannova’s in Loves Park Illinois and attended the poetry slams at The green Mill in Chicago Illinois. While living in Rockford Illinois I published my first book of poetry Throwing Yourself at the Ground and Missing in 2007 followed by Postcards From Someone You Don’t Know in 2008 Wisdom From the Sack in 2010 and Shaving Crop Circles In My Chest Hair in 2017. You can get copies of all of these books in my merch section. In 2009 I started participating in National Poetry Writing Month which became the basis for my book Wisdom From the Sack and Shaving Crop Circles in My Chest Hair. In 2020 I started publishing my podcast version of the challenge and those can be viewed here for 2020 and here for 2021.

April 3rd Poetry Prompt

And now for our (optional) prompt. This one is a bit complex, so I saved it for a Sunday. It’s a Spanish form called a “glosa” – literally a poem that glosses, or explains, or in some way responds to another poem. The idea is to take a quatrain from a poem that you like, and then write a four-stanza poem that explains or responds to each line of the quatrain, with each of the quatrain’s four lines in turn forming the last line of each stanza. Traditionally, each stanza has ten lines, but don’t feel obligated to hold yourself to that!

April 3rd Poem

To Tallulah Belle

Exhausting our hearts to their last desires,
They both shall be like unto two glowing coals,
Reflecting the twofold light of their fires
Across the twin mirrors of our two souls.

Charles BAUDELAIRE The Death of The Lovers, The Flowers of Evil


Upon my furry chest

Emblazoned in ink and blood

Resides our spirit animals

Penned by a former student

Who has found her hearts desire

Above my heart

If you shave away the layers of hair

I have made my declaration eternal

Until we have

Exhausted our hearts to their last desires


When we found each other

I was not ready to surrender

Not knowing what it meant

This elusive feeling

I needed to take more time to discover

Who I really was

The fire burned in me all those years between

Until the day we found each other again

And the words unspoken on our day

They shall both be like unto two glowing coals


The hue of our feelings did not match

I used suspicion, unhealthy introspection and lust

To fuel the flames of what I called love

This had never worked in the past

But for some self-sabotaging reason

I thought, as taught by those who I modeled

That this would supply me with enough emotion

Until we both entwined our inner flames

And merged into a fire that the gods could be blinded by

Reflecting the twofold light of our fire


You have claimed your name

After years of hiding behind a pseudonym

And I have claimed the love you give

Without reservation or investigation

This led us to try the unthinkable

Raising a family where agreement rises above argument

Where the love we learned (and still learn) to combine

Is fueled by that which we haven’t known

In the eyes of our offspring, we see shadows of our old selves

Across the twin mirrors of our souls

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