Day 30: May Morning

The last day! I can’t believe the month flew by so quickly – it truly feels as if I was just starting on the seemingly daunting task of writing and posting a poem everyday. The prompts given were all different, many of them pushing me away from my comfort zone in poetry. I hope I can maintain writing and posting at least on a weekly basis, if not more after today.

The prompt for day 30 was to “find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite”. The poem that I chose – “November Night” by Adelaide Crapsey is a beautiful poem with wonderful imagery, and is coincidentally a cinquain (day 5, anyone?). In fact, Crapsey was the one who created the modern form of the cinquain which is known as the American cinquain.

November Night

With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.

By: Adelaide Crapsey

My attempt at ‘rewriting it’– I wasn’t able to write the second line iambic feet as Crapsey did though the other four should be fine.

May Morning

In near silence,
like breaths of sleeping bees,
the flow’rs, warm red, burst from the ground
and bloom.


Day 11: The Crime

The prompt for day 11 was to write a tanka, which, like a cinquain, has five lines, and follows the syllabic pattern of 5-7-5-7-7, where the last two lines present something shocking or a ‘twist’ in the poem. Since I like cinquains so much this poem is a combination of both forms: the first and last are cinquains while the middle two are tankas.

The Crime

Shards of
broken glass lay
scattered without purpose;
only witness to the untold

The statements given,
the evidence presented,
the court brimming with
tension. Torturous ticking,
then the verdict: not guilty.

The room, once silent,
now teeming with hushed murmurs,
leaped to its numb feet,
confusion flooding the room,
hiding a smirk of triumph.

yet named guiltless,
let off with a warning,
free to leave and commit the crime

Day 5: Fall Asleep and Floating

The prompt for day 5 was to write an “American” cinquain, created by Adelaide Crapsey, which has five lines that would have, in order, 1-2-3-4-1 stresses per line, and 2-4-6-8-2 syllables per line.  Though cinquains are generally iambic in nature, it is not necessary to do so, as is the case with mine. I really enjoy short poems that have strict rules, like a Haiku or a Tanka, and now the Cinquain, so along with the two below, I may write some more later today. The two below are kind of like companion pieces by default, but they are technically individual poems.

Fall Asleep

make not a sound
as your eyes flutter shut;
let Evening’s cloak encompass you


with eyes still closed,
straddled between the worlds
of nothing, hanging on the brink
of sleep.