For day twenty-four’s inspiration, I drew on a previous day’s prompt. You could call it the read and answer prompt. Keeping the whole of an already written poem covered, uncover the last line. Then, answer that last line with your own line. Working your way up the poem from last line to first, repeat that process until you get to the first line of your inspiration/established poem. Your line-answer to the first line will be the last line in your new poem. I quiet like that exercise as it reminds me of action poetry–and it feels good to tap into creative-like-mindedness. Especially when I really like the poem.
Many years ago, I wrote a poem inspired by the print “The Night-Blowing Cereus”. At the time, I asked for feedback from a fellow poet. What he wrote was a gorgeous revision, and almost an entirely new poem. We told the same story, but what he wrote was masterful.
Today, I used his revision poem as my inspiration for a last line/first line exercise. And although, it is one of my favorite poems, I hadn’t read it in a while. Thus safely keeping my writerly instinct and conscious clear. First you’ll read his revision poem (forgive me Michael, the line breaks……), and then my NaPoWriMo version to follow
Nyctanthous anthem IIBy Michael AzizO night absorbThe me of the day,The salty symptoms of my pain.O cucullated moon absorb me,Gather meIn your cloaken folds,Baptize me in glittering starlight,Your constellations shuttledThrough my veins,Brightening my dark prognosisWith the perfect peace of light.But I will never know peaceUntil my body burnsAnd the ashes of my limbsAre smudges sealedOn another’s foreheadAbsorb me O black blind night,Absolve me this endless toiling instantO seasoned starLurking in the autumn skyLike a tigerPacing the lines of a village,Come down to the riverside,Here by the winding shore,To quench, to bathe, hereWhere my tall flame burns.
Night Blooms Redux
I am but a blank space waiting
I take in air but leave no shadow.
O, trail behind me love
A prowling heart does wait, tending
each still breath with a step.
A far away planet gleams cold,
O, remnant rock remember me
in your vacuous
Take me in, as you.
Too smooth to tell
are oils anointed,
Take on deep onyx as I burn
Until the all of me is malleable.
White now and muffled still
are the starbursts of deprivation.
And deep behind my eyes
are the wanton maps of dreams.
From deep to deep
So that I may shine,
I rest I am folded.
Take me in as you,
O cold and gleaming remnant rock
You are the nacre, you are the scale in my eye.
Prowling with each still, blinded breath
until the all of me is malleable