Create Art Podcast NaPoWriMo2023 Poetry Prompt April 7, 2023

Poetry Prompt April 7, 2023

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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 National Poetry Month in the United States of America and Canada.

This website is owned and operated by Maureen Thorson, a poet living in Washington, DC. Inspired by NaNoWriMo, 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 Espresso Europia Coffee Shop in Abilene Tx while I was in the United States Air Force. 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 2020 I started publishing my podcast version of the challenge and those can be viewed here for 2020 and here for 2021.

What I am doing differently for Poetry Month

For 2023 I am not going to be just writing poems in April, I will be writing poems all year round. Also, since I will be writing all year round, I am using a different source for my prompts. There is a blog called Think Written and you can find it here. I will also be performing these works at Katora Coffee House here in Fredericksburg Virginia on their Friday Night Snaps Open Mic Poetry reading. Some of the podcast episodes you will hear will be a live recording of me reading the poem to a live audience, other times I will be reading it in the comfort of my home studio. I do plan on posting my work to the NaPoWriMo site and interacting with the poets there and seeing if they want to read their work on this podcast.

Todays Poetry Prompt

Goodbyes: Write about a time in your life you said goodbye to someone – this could be as simple as sending a mundane phone conversation, or harder goodbyes to close friends, family members, or former partners. 

Today’s Poem

Closed Casket 

22 March 2023 

I can hear you from over 20 years of you rotting in the ground 

I idolized you and believed in everything you said 

I was selfish, greedy, and self-centered 

I was a mistake; I was lucky to be alive 

If I had been born earlier, I would have died in your womb 

Like another child did 

Or you would have aborted me  

if the voices in your head told you to 

#3 husband wanted to get you in the ground 

So he could move on to his next 2 conquests 

That person couldn’t even remember you said to have the lid closed 

He has no Indigenous blood running through his veins 

There was no medicine man that called me a bright light 

And no one dosed your coffee with PCP 

The cologne that the sperm donor wore, you weren’t allergic to 

You just knew that he was on the prowl 

And wanted him to know that you knew 

So I wasn’t allowed to wear deodorant 

And my sweaty pits smelled like the pot 

Your oldest children smoked 

When I saw you laying there with all that makeup on 

I thanked the funeral director for their work 

But I told him that it wasn’t you 

I should have told the preacher to revoke the post humorous  

Membership in their church 

But I let the sperm donor have his day of celebration 

And just so you know 

Although you probably already knew 

You weren’t cold in the ground for a year 

When he took his next bride 

Who was so rich and smart  

That he couldn’t drain her accounts 

And there I was, a babbling weeping self-centered man child 

Breaking down, fist bumping your casket 

Counting the minutes until my next cigarette 

Climbing in the car to put you 6 feet under 

The sperm donor didn’t have the money for your headstone 

And he never visited your grave with me 

All those times I took the time to head back to the land of my torture 

Replace plastic flowers and put trinkets that you treasured there 

And not once did he come with me 

You chose to end it all, and if you wondered if I missed you 

I did, until the other night 

When my child said she was self-centered, greedy, selfish, and a mistake 

I heard my voice in hers 

And I knew then that I needed to smash that away 

She is not you she is mine 

and I no longer need you 

Nor do I need your influence 

Or your picture looking over me and my children 

I won’t think about you on the anniversary of your death 

Nor will I remember you on Mother’s Day anymore 

You have finally and completely become dead to me 

Just like the sperm donor 

Just like my heroes 

Just like my love of scrambled memories 

Just like the putrid and deranged love, you showed me 

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