This Poem Has a Mission

I had specific reasons for joining the poetic crowd that has been writing 30 poems for the cruellest month during last few years. When friends showed interest in the project, my general objective had to be modified… But my personal motives remain the same. I will share a bit about my own poetic mission (or what I thought it was) through the poem I will write for this prompt. And you, my Wicked Luvs, get to do the same.

For day 29 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, In three stanzas, detail what (if anything) you wish to accomplish with the poems you wrote this month, or with poetry writing in general.

Instructions

* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word… Kiss a faery.

Fairy“Birth of a Fairy”, by SunshineShelle
(This image has absolutely nothing to do with this prompt, or maybe it does since the fairy looks so thoughtful and all… Anyhoo, I’ve never needed a reason to show my Shelle’s work. So there!)

AlmaMia Isn’t Me, But…

I gave her the best
pieces of me:
my taste buds, my alchemical ability
to turn musts into mettle,
and I curled my hair over her skull. But

her thinking is only hers.

She smiles and wails
with her mouth,
climbs through life with self-learned wit;
each of her pains,
she feels in her own flesh. But

I have licked her wounds.

We’ve eaten fruit fed by the same soil,
fought some of the same battles
I lost… I am not her. But

I make things up,
and the best way to make things up
is to make them out of real things;

guess she could be me…
and at least thirteen others
I don’t know.

Process Note: after the bits shared in “My Hot Coffee and I Were Supposed to Get Wild and Sexy, But…” I started going over old emails, from readers who wanted to know if the main character in AlmaMia Cienfuegos and Other Stories was based on me. They founded their questions on facts: the stories are set in the island where I was born, the character lives in the same palm wood house I grew up in, and although our familial and social situations are rather different from each other, AlmaMia and I share many of the same wants and worries. This morning, I replied to some of the newest inquiries with one of my newest favorite Terry Pratchett quotes: “My job is to make things up, and the best way to make things up is to make them out of real things…” And “real things”, my Wicked Luvs, happen to everyone.

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for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 28 – In the Beginning, There Was Nothing, Which Exploded: find your favorite Pratchett quote… and let your Muse birth some poetry from it.

Terry PratchettI made this candle the day after Terry Pratchett died. In “Pestle, Mortar, Pratchett”, I told you that I would save it for today… Well, it’s burning.

for Sir Terence David John “Terry” Pratchett, OBE (28 April 1948 – 12 March 2015). Happy Birthday, my Knight Writer

In the Beginning, There Was Nothing, Which Exploded

The title of this prompt is a quote from Lords and Ladies, the fourteenth novel in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld. The paragraph that follows the quote speaks of “Other theories about the ultimate start involve gods creating the universe out of the ribs, entrails, and testicles of their father. There are quite a lot of these. They are interesting, not for what they tell you about cosmology, but for what they say about people.”

I love what Terry Pratchett’s writing does with words, with phrases, and with ideas that have been around since the beginning of times (4.54 billion years or about 6K… depending on your source). Well, regardless of how old our Earth Mother might be (and we should never ask that information of a lady), today our poetry will celebrate the anniversary of the birth of a brilliant mind who left the world of flesh and keyboards just a few weeks ago.

For day 28 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, the birthday of the late Sir Terry Pratchett, let our poems celebrate a man who built worlds: find your favorite Pratchett quote… and let your Muse birth some poetry from it.

“Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?” ~ Terry Pratchett (28 April 1948 – 12 March 2015). Write his name, my Wicked Luvs… then, speak it!
Terry Pratchett“Terry Pratchett at home near Salisbury in 2008: the Discworld cats were an infamous set of characters in their own right Photo: Adrian Sherratt/REX” via The Telegraph

Instructions

* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source will keep Granny Weatherwax from glaring at you and Greebo from scratching your face off. Actually, I can’t make any promises when it comes to Greebo… or Granny *cough*.