For NaPoWriMo Day 23 the prompt is: Today, is to “write a poem based in sound. The poem, for example, could incorporate overheard language. Perhaps it could incorporate a song lyric in some way, or language from something often heard spoken aloud.”
For NaPoWriMo Day 22 the Prompt is: ” to take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens: ‘The clock can’t strike thirteen.‘”
I’m combining with Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver Prompt #166 on the theme of “exploring the sensations of being lost, not knowing where you are and realizing you are wandering aimlessly. How and/or who do you ask for help?”
Credit: Mara Eastern. Used with Permission for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie.
The clock can’t strike thirteen
Thirteens the witching hour dim
Dim as the black soundless night
Dim as every street’s the same
Same as the last and same as the next
Same figures leering in an unfathomable maze
Maze where I don’t know where here is
Maze where each turn is the wrong way
Way down cobblestone paths
Way down roads with naught but silence
Silence without comfort
Silence that hastens quivering
Quivering and deciding to go back
Quivering as I wander in circles
Circles towards the same stuccoed shops
Circles to windows with signs reading, “Closed”
Closed as midnight has long passed chimed
Closed no matter my banging on houses
Houses red-bricked, idyllic in day
House white-fenced unhearing of strangers
Strangers as I, but I am no harm
Strangers as they who follow and whisper
Whisper that I’m lost and cannot escape
Whisper of this hours unholiness
Unholiness as the demons mock my steps
Unholiness as the graveyard headstones crack
Crack as stones splits with moaning
Crack as hands reach, bloodied and fragile
Fragile as my skin sweating and chilled
Fragile as heels broken — left in bare-feet
Bare-feet blackened from putrid streets
Bare-feet cut by pebbles with each step
Step here, step there, no where leads home
Step into the inescapable hour trapped
Trapped as the chants drew me far
Trapped as I bewitched scampered
Scampered away from the party’s delights
Scampered into the sudden mist further
Further into the labyrinth, a sweet dream in daylight
Further into the hour my grandmother warned
Warned of those of dark intent who wander
Warned of the hour so few remember
Remember the creatures who frighten
Remember the creatures who chase
Chase in the thirteenth hour’s delusions
Chase me, knowing I knew better
Better despite my heart’s rapid fluttering
Delusions fade, a light burns — the wicked-hour passes
For #NaPoWriMo Day 19 the Prompt is: “to write a paragraph that briefly recounts a story, describes the scene outside your window, or even gives directions from your house to the grocery store. Now try erasing words from this paragraph to create a poem or, alternatively, use the words of your paragraph to build a new poem.”
“Cause that’s how you talk to a woman, that’s how you speak to a girl. / That’s how you get with a lady who’s worth more than anything in your whole world. / You better respect your Mama, respect the hell out of her. / ‘Cause that’s how you talk to a woman, that’s how you speak to a girl./ That’s how you speak to, speak to her.”
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below. Be sure to pick your best recent post*, because we will be choosing a WeeklyBarista Favorite to be published in full on the Go Dog Go Cafe with a link back to your blog.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
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Rarotonga is the island of happy dogs. No matter what you do, a dog will come with you.
They wait at your door for you to come out.
If you swim, they will come along!
They swim to distant reefs with our son everyday.
They are master fisherdogs and,
they bring their catch to you!
Hiking? Their paw prints mark your path.
Cheers to you from Rarotonga’s incredible adogables~
1. Please Tell Us About Yourself, Your Writing Goals and What You Hope to Accomplish On Your Blog?
Who I am is truly unimportant — for the purposes of poetry, I’m a willing hand with a pen in it (or these days, a mobile device with my thumb on it). All my work is channeled or inspired directly from my mind.
As for goals and hopes, I’ve often mused that the creative urge bears much resemblance to the biological urge for procreation. I have a sourceless but raging desire to spew as many fertile words to as many recipients as possible. I don’t, however, find I need to know what becomes of my poetry after it’s written and posted.
2. What Is It Like Where You Live? When Did You Begin Writing and Blogging?
At this point, I am the quintessential poverty stricken artiste in a freezing garret. My garrett happens to be an unheated tent. I wrote my first poem at the age of nine, and have never looked back.
As for blogging, two-years ago, I released a web book on homelessness, which has been well received. In my precarious position, wobbling on the bottom rungs of our economic ladder, the acquisition of a laptop is difficult. Of course, one is needed to edit pages of writing and this is one of the worst hurdles to that accomplishment. I’ve not been successful in acquiring one to use on behalf of my poetry writing.(If anyone knows of A way to help Ana with this, please contact her here on here CONTACT PAGE.)
However, imagine my delight six-weeks ago (in December) to find that our most dignified platform — WordPress (yaaaaay!) not only permits mobile editing but has developed an app to facilitate it! I wrote my first post the moment I discovered the WordPress App on my phone.
“I have a sourceless but raging desire to spew as many fertile words to as many recipients as possible. I don’t, however, find I need to know what becomes of my poetry after it’s written and posted.” – Ana Daksina
3. Where Do You Find Your Inspiration and Motivation to Keep Writing and Blogging? Tell Us More About Why You Write?
I can’t seem to help my damn-self, to be truthful about it 🙂 Also, blogging online is much easier, blue-ballpoints pens are a b*tch. As Ana writes on her About Page on blog site:
“The power of rhythmic words . . . brings us [and her] into closer contact with all that is deepest, highest, and finest in each of [ourselves].” She also writes to provide ” inspiration to continue offer[ing] the world all [she has] to . . . offer it.” As well, she hopes that in blogging and writing, that her our “heart[s our] mirror[s] of [hers] and that [people] realize how beautiful [they truly] are.” – Ana Dakinsa
4. What Are Your Blogging Habits? What Do You Enjoy Most About Writing? Is There A Particular Time of Day You Like to Write Most?
A blog is like a baby — one thinks about it all the time, checks on it constantly talks to it frequently, and cheerfully burps it after meals. In short, you have nurture your blog as you would a child. All in all, I feel that writing, in itself, its ecstasy, so I keep to writing. Extremely late at night, I find the wavelengths in my mind quiet and clear. The transmission of words to screen sharpens for me then, and I write my best work.
“All in all, I feel that writing, in itself, its ecstasy, so I keep on writing.” – Ana Daksina
5. Are Your Working on Any Specific Writing Projects? Do You Have Any Published Writing or Poetry?
I recently completed a seven sonnet series based on different reasons to be thankful. Also, I have been given the heads up for a couple more similar series on other subjects that are soon to come through for me.
I’ve been published over the decades in isolated publications all over the world. Unfortunately, this life has featured sufficient upheaval, in that my records of these publications are now lost (along with my first 1500 pages of other writing). I’ve also published a chapbook of original poetry called, Didn’t We Dance, which is now out of print. It was released by Artaud’s Elbow, North Beach, San Francisco when I was in my twenties and second-generation Beats were still gathering at the Spaghetti Factory for live readings.
9. Can You Share With Us A Few Links For Your Blogs, Some of Your Favorites?
Because of the great variety of voices in which I speak through in my poetry and other writing, a truly representational sampling would comprise the extensive listing of works. Here, however, are a handful that readers might enjoy:
Thanks so much to Ana for filling out the interview questions and sharing with us all your wonderful and authentic artistic flare, and perspective on poetry and life. I’ll see you soon for another writer or author interview.
For #NaPoWriMo Day 20 the Prompt is: ” to write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or structure that’s been placed on them, or the poem could begin by obeying a rule and then proceed to break it.”