July 101° in the Shade

Hot hot hot! Three months in a row of writing poetry to daily prompts! Sara would tease me so if only she could see. (And I’m guessing Adrien would tell me she did, she did.)

After Poetic Asides arbitrarily censored out a sonnet I wrote mid-April, I hesitated to post further there, although I continued apace with their daily prompts the rest of April, even baring bits of private flesh when one of their later prompts suggested using lines from our earlier content as titles for new poems.

It was like when I first launched this poetry blog, then had my poetry and my friendship scorned and snubbed by one to whom I’d trusted my heart. I don’t write any of this to have it or me accepted, and I’m always open to constructive criticism. But when it’s rejected just to be mean, then I have to wonder why I even bothered. So I tend to do as I did then, when I deleted and burned it all without looking back. I barely remember what I wrote in my earlier blog here, except that I did some on the tsunami. It all may as well have never been written.

So too here, since mid-April. Except for a very small group of friends who’ll never treat me like dirt, most of my poems continue to be privately written. Recently I’ve picked up on writing to WP Daily Post prompts. For now, those poems feel ok publicly posted, although those inclined toward malice still know how to chase it all underground. Most of my poetry writing—whether prompted, whether spontaneous, or whether mapped out for one of the projects I’m doing—remains private, where my muse need not fear me burning her in the village square for my sins.

Along with Maggie, I’ve also begun writing to various weekly prompts, such as Poetic Asides (yes, despite their unwarranted censorship) and Poetic Bloomings and several others, all still backstage.

But as we started in May after I had such fun in April hitching myself a ride on the poetry prompting train, I continue writing privately for Maggie and Denise and a few other friends, based on prompts we give ourselves. Maggie did prompts for May, then I took a stab at giving us prompts for June. Although Denise doesn’t write poetry to daily prompts, she’s agreed to try to give us our prompts for July, as long as we stand ready to pick up for her along the way if she has trouble with it.

So privately and for a few close friends, in response to daily prompts this month from Denise—

  • Summer Camp

    [open form • July 1, 2013 at 6:20 pm • July Day 1: July] — my first love

  • [dead heat]

    [open form • July 2, 2013 at 7:33 am • July Day 2: heat] — no one loses, no one wins

  • In Heat,

    [sapphics • July 2, 2013 at 1:29 pm • July Day 2: heat] — for Denise

  • Water Baby Dream

    [quatrains • July 3, 2013 at 2:34 pm • July Day 3: baby] — remembering one of my own

  • Self-Evident

    [quatrains • July 4, 2013 at 8:58 pm • July Day 4: proof] — I wouldn’t know

  • After the Uprising

    [blank verse • July 5, 2013 at 6:37 pm • July Day 5: rebel] — never surrender

  • Good Word

    [open form • July 6, 2013 at 10:20 pm • July Day 6: rare] — selfless

  • Mom-in-Law’s Living Room

    [open form • July 7, 2013 at 5:13 pm • July Day 7: wall] — on making it to hers

  • Skeeterbit

    [nonce • July 9, 2013 at 10:04 pm • July Day 8: insect] — for Zoë & Iggy

  • Love Nolo Contendere

    [sonnet • July 9, 2013 at 10:46 pm • July Day 9: interim] — in it for now

  • Side Stroke

    [open form • July 10, 2013 at 9:25 pm • July Day 10: swimming] — as relaxed as writing

  • Al

    [terza rima • July 11, 2013 at 5:43 pm • July Day 11: neighbor] — mutually

  • And Unattached

    [open form • July 12, 2013 at 11:26 am • July Day 12: circulation] — make me an offer

  • First Draft #43

    [open form • July 13, 2013 at 1:52 pm • July Day 13: rehearsal] — needs work

  • Offline Hit

    [nonce • July 14, 2013 at 12:40 pm • July Day 14: offline] — good tickets still available

  • Black, Straight & Strong

    [nonce • July 15, 2013 at 6:38 pm • July Day 15: coffee] — & hot, please

  • If and When

    [terzanelle • July 16, 2013 at 6:07 pm • July Day 16: possible] — plan on it

  • Des Bêtises

    [nonce • July 17, 2013 at 2:12 pm • July Day 17: nonsense] — silly silly silliness

  • Dry Trail

    [senryū • July 18, 2013 at 1:36 pm • July Day 18: trail] — not even a tear

  • Balloon Baboon

    [pantoum • July 19, 2013 at 5:03 pm • July Day 19: round] — for Iggy

  • Wrongly Wronged

    [sonnet • July 20, 2013 at 8:10 pm • July Day 20: wrong] — inexcusably indefensibly wrong

  • Sara’s Last

    [ballade • July 22, 2013 at 1:28 am • July Day 21: story] — reverently

  • Perfect Form

    [open form • July 22, 2013 at 2:44 pm • July Day 22: practice] — free rein

  • To Morrow Again

    [sestet • July 23, 2013 at 7:07 pm • July Day 23: forecast] — precipitation expected

  • Chase Me

    [nonce • July 24, 2013 at 11:31 am • July Day 24: chase] — for Zoë

  • I’ll Take the Bottom

    [nonce • July 25, 2013 at 5:05 pm • July Day 25: stairs] — taking on some heavy lifting

  • In Color

    [open form • July 26, 2013 at 11:14 pm • July Day 26: orange] — the new white

  • Untouched

    [sestina • July 28, 2013 at 3:55 pm • July Day 27: immune] — of Adrien

  • Beneath Me

    [sestet • July 28, 2013 at 10:45 pm • July Day 28: short] — yet still coming up short

  • Spent

    [open form • July 29, 2013 at 6:21 pm • July Day 29: afternoon] — lazy days

  • Silence

    [open form • July 30, 2013 at 2:13 pm • July Day 30: fear] — or worse, not hearing it

  • Mommy’s Dreaming of You

    [nonce • July 31, 2013 at 4:48 pm • July Day 31: sleep] — for Iggy

Snapchat? I’m still a novice with my iPad, but I’m starting to get more pressure from close friends to get with this “snapchat” fad than any residual nagging from Facebook or Twitter devotees. Don’t expect to find me any more likely to flash anyone’s snapchat screen, but the underlying idea does appeal to the ephemeral in me. So along with my private collections of poetry, don’t be surprised if I get someone to set up a snapchatesque style of poetry: my poem will show on your screen only as long as you keep its window open; but once you’ve moved on, it’s gone. (I know—nobody goes back to past traffic anyway. Still, I would find a devilish delight in having a suicide button attached to certain of mine.)

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