We’ve passed the half-way mark of NaPoWriMo! Yay! And I’m trying to get back to writing a poem each day before I do anything else. I didn’t like that feeling yesterday and the day before of it looming over me. Today’s Poetic Asides prompt is write a death poem.
Conveniently, death’s been on my mind, so I’m going for it. I’ve been trying to figure out how I should spend the anniversary of my mom’s death (which will be the 18th). I’m of two minds about it: have a quiet day alone or plan something meaningful. I’d hate to be forced into the “do nothing” option by default (lack of planning) but I’d also hate to do something commemorative just for the sake of doing something. What I think I’ve decided is that it’s just a day, and I can do something commemorative any time I want. No reason to impose something artificially on account of the calendar. (Of course, the second mind kicks in and says, “Yes, but you are aware of the calendar, woman.”)
One thing writers and artists can do in such a situation is imagine something to do. I wrote this note in my journal the other day: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many crows.” For today’s poem, I’m going to try to count them. And mark the occasion of death. Bear with me: I don’t know if it’s going to work.
REMOVED BY THE AUTHOR FOR REVISION.
It occurred to me as I was writing this that the repetitive quality of the counting and even the concept would be well-suited to a sestina or a pantoum. But I also like the scattering of it on the page. A hybrid, perhaps, upon revision. Either way, this is a strange bit of writing for me. To say the least.
Tally: 18 = 7.0 RWP + 9.5 PAD + 1.5 Book of Kells. (Target is now 32.)