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NaPoWriMo Days Twelve – Fourteen

Three days of prompts below

Day Fourteen: Teacup Dreams

And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Dream dictionaries have been around as long as people have had dreams. Interestingly, if you consult a few of them, they nearly always tend to have totally different things to say about specific objects or symbols. Dreams, unlike words themselves, don’t seem to be nicely definable! At any rate, today’s prompt is to write entries for an imaginary dream dictionary. Pick one (or more) of the following words, and write about what it means to dream of these things:

Teacup… etc


A cracked teacup filled with pennies sits

On a wooden board

On a rustic old table

Rough with years

In a farmhouse over the hill

Bread bakes

And smells of puffing yeast rise out of the oven and

fill a blue kitchen

A child comes in, side door from the yard

smelling the bread and asking for time

Digs his fingers into the teacup

Filled with pennies on the table

And the afternoon world spins on

Like the glint of copper on a coin


Day Thirteen: Syd Barrett’s Flying Babies (Phrase Change Up: Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater)

And now for our prompt (optional, as always!), drawn from a suggestion provided in Lorber’s interview. Today, we challenge you to write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended. For example, if you chose the phrase “A stitch in time saves nine,” you might reverse that into something like: “a broken thread; I’m late, so many lost.” Or “It’s raining cats and dogs” might prompt the phrase “Snakes and lizards evaporate into the sky.” Those are both rather haunting, strange images, and exploring them could provide you with an equally haunting, strange poem (or a funny one!

Little ebullient babies 

float on into the clouds

Fat chins glisten with laughing drool

Tender fingers niggling

the air as they rise

Watch the babies giggle as they float on into the sky


Day Twelve: Kansas City Haibun

Today’s (optional) prompt picks up from our craft resource. We’ve challenged you to tackle the haibun in past years, but it’s such a fun one, we couldn’t resist again. Today, we’d like to challenge you specifically to write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun

Glaciated Plains

River settlements of French

Grew boomed with wagons

River boats bob on

Green winding undercurrent

River city grows

Oh city

Oh river water enter of the nation, nestled into glaciated plains 

The matter of wooly mammoths make rich our rolling soil

Art thaws from the hearts of the people

Paint spills

Black and white years burn 

and green sproutlets of a new era push to meet the sun




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