NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero, 2015

30 days. 30 prompts.
1 wicked witchy writer and her Wicked Luvs.

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Wed, Apr 1st – The Birth of Your Art
Base your first poem on the first work of art that inspired your creative addiction.

Thu, Apr 2nd – Creativity and Pain
This poem should explore creativity as a healing salve, as a shield, as a weapon, or as a negotiation method to use when dealing with physical and/or psychological pain.

Fri, Apr 3rd – Indulgences
Craft a poem about spoiling your Self or the Self of another. Let decadence run wild.

Sat, Apr 4th – Feeling So Deeply It Hurts
With this poem, show how an emotion might increase physical pain, and vice versa.

Sun, Apr 5th – You Might Not Know Me, But…
Address this poem to a fictional character or a historical figure.

Mon, Apr 6th – I Will Do It in Thirteen Weeks
Your poem should list three achievable goals, which you would like to accomplish within the next thirteen weeks.

Tue, Apr 7th – This Poem Is a Myth
Conjure up a poem that describes a person, creature, or thing from any mythology.

Wed, Apr 8th – It Hurts, but It Doesn’t Harm
Weave a poem that explores the difference between hurt and harm.

Thu, Apr 9th – I Made this Poem
Write a poem inspired by something created by you (a story, a painting, a recipe…).

Fri, Apr 10th – Poetry for the Blood, Flesh, Bone and Spirit
This poem should read like a relaxation chant; every line should unwind.

Sat, Apr 11th – I Hear Fictional Poets
Create a poem written from the point of view of a fictional character. Do cite the work where the character appears, in case we want to wink at her, him, it…

Sun, Apr 12th – Estranged and Cut off
This poem should focus on alienation and detachment.

Mon, Apr 13th – Poetizing the News… of 1913
Today’s poem will be based on a headline from April 1913.

Tue, Apr 14th – Valued Activities in My Poetry
Write a poem that includes at least three activities you truly enjoy doing in April.

Wed, Apr 15th – Fifteen
Where were you when you were fifteen? What did you love and hate about the place? Write a poem about the town or city where you spent the fifteenth year of your life.

Thu, Apr 16th – Flying Out of this World
Write a poem where the speaker travels to a parallel, but infinitely remote, universe…

Fri, Apr 17th – Negativity Runs in Circles
With your poem, discuss how negativity breeds more negativity breeds more negativity…

Sat, Apr 18th – Coffee or Tea… or Do You Sip Both Ways?
Write a sensual poem dedicated to coffee or tea or to both; if you aren’t in love with any of these beverages, then dedicate today’s poem to your favorite drink or food.

Sun, Apr 19th – I, Tree
Summon the green within, and write a poem from the point of view of a sentient tree who gets to address his or her keeper.

Mon, Apr 20th – Finger Licking Good
Cook up a poem with a recipe in it.

Tue, Apr 21st – This Poem Is a Fighter
Write a poem that challenges the veracity of at least three negative thoughts.

Wed, Apr 22nd – Plant a Poem in a Tale
Create a poem set within a story you read (please provide the title and link of the story or book; if you liked it, we might want to go there, too).

Thu, Apr 23rd – Pain and Sleep
Write a poem that explores the intricate relationship between pain and sleep.

Fri, Apr 24th – Art Speaks to Art
Base a poem on a piece by one of your favorite artists.

Sat, Apr 25th – Anticipating Mayhem
With this poem, let us glimpse into how you ready yourself before facing known troubles, and what you do to cope once mayhem has done its thing.

Sun, Apr 26th – Speak to Your Affliction
Metaphorically sit in front of the thing (or person) that ails you, and let your poem tell it (him or her) exactly what’s in your mind.

Mon, Apr 27th – Making Cheer Up
Write a poem about a holiday invented by you.

Tue, Apr 28th – In the Beginning There Was Nothing, Which Exploded
On the late Sir Terry Pratchett’s birthday, our poems will celebrate a man who built worlds: find your favorite Pratchett quote… and let your Muse birth some poetry from it.

Wed, Apr 29th – This Poem Has a Mission
In three stanzas, detail what (if anything) you wish to accomplish with the poems you wrote this month, or with poetry writing in general.

Thu, Apr 30th – Poetry Gone Wild
On the last day of NaPoWriMo 2015, you choose your topic, my Wicked Luvs.


This is my first year participating in NaPoWriMo. I’m dancing somewhere between highly freaked out and ready to conquer April the cruellest, one poem at a time. I hope you and your Muses, too, are ready to battle, my Wicked Luvs.

Participation is easy:
1. Write a poem based on the prompt provided for each day. If you are a painter, sculptor, potion maker, extreme artistic tightrope walker, you are invited to create art based on the prompts… as long as you include some poetry with it. We must honor the Po, my Luvs.

2. Leave a link to your poem, as a comment,  under the post I will provide for each prompt. Please include the title of your entry and a direct link of your post, for example: “The Birth of Your Art”:

3. Have fun, make some new friends, be a little wild… trees do it all the time.

* Out of courtesy, please include the link to any prompt you use at the end of your post. If you are feeling extra awesome, also link your poem to this main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source is good. Honestly. 😉

* Visit other Wicked Darlings taking part in the fun. This is not a rule; but what kind of party would this be, if everyone just sat in his or her own little cyber corner? Mingle!

* Spam, or links unrelated to this event, will be deleted (and probably cursed).

Below is an abbreviated list of prompts. I will publish a detailed post for each prompt, starting tonight at 9:13pm EDT. If you have questions, this is the place to ask them. If you are a bit nervous… thank goodness! I rather dislike feeling edgy all by myself.

Note: a few of the prompts listed above were provided by five fantastic Wicked Darlings. Jane, Mary, Shelle, Hedgewitch, Rommy… Thank you! I shall link your names or cyber homes to the specific prompts, when I publish them. ♥

Another Note: the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads is also providing daily prompts. I do not mind if you combine prompts. But make sure you read the guidance for each prompt, at The Garden, since some of The Toads prefer their prompts to be exclusive.

A Third Note: I will have a giveaway for Wicked Darlings who complete the 30 prompts.

NaPoWriMo is Maureen Thorson’s brainchild. If you are going to participate in all the prompts, do consider adding your blog or website to her list.

NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero

I Hate You, but I Love Me and You’re Mine… So We’ll Dance

I hurt my hip and my shoulder in the early 2000s. The injuries healed. But as it is common with injuries, some discomfort remained… Stiffness of the muscles and ache of the bones on days I hiked with a pack on my back for too many miles; spasms on weeks I got little sleep (especially if that sleep took place out in the cold and on bare ground); cramping after driving long distances… But most of the discomfort in question would subside after a good rub with arnica oil and plenty of rest.

By 2004 the discomfort became mild pain that required a couple of pain killers a week and a lot of recovery sleep. Two years later, I began having problems sitting down—the hip and shoulders began to throb often, and a pinching pain settled on the left side of my back. When 2008 arrived, I could barely sit without my left leg beginning to shake; I could do little that required the use of my right shoulder, without the latter drooping.

Today, the pain is constant: I have days when the ache is not too bad, and days when the pain keeps me at the verge of screaming. I avoid sitting, other than in my bed with just the right amount of pillows. I haven’t run in a couple of years. I can’t write longhand for more than a few minutes at a time. I don’t drive. I can’t reach across my body, carry a purse heavier than a pound or two, climb too many stairs, hold a book in front of me for too long, vacuum, carry small children on my back (the Little Princess is not amused), ride any kind of transportation without pain, and the list goes on…

I’m sharing all these in order to explain the changes you’ve probably been noticing: I started writing poems—poetry and pain dance wonderfully together, they allow each partner to look the other in the eye, and silently say, I hate you, but I love me and you’re mine… so we’ll dance. The art form is also shorter than my beloved fiction.

More changes are on the way. I’ve been setting things up, slowly and gently, as my health allows… but I never stop moving: one must never forget to move with chronic pain. I’ve made my pain part of my day. I drink my coffee with it (place my mug on a tray by my hand, so I won’t have to reach across my body). I exercise my limitations with it (write short lists and notes longhand, while pacing myself carefully). I’ve been teaching myself to delight in the bliss of the things my pain and I can do… together.

I’m trying to learn to be one with my pain. I know how silly (and terribly cliché) that sounds, but it’s the truth. I only have one body, so the pain and I must share it well.

If we are friends on Facebook or Twitter, then you already know that I just set up an Instagram account: @MagalyGuerreroInDarkerWords. This new spot will be part of my Keep Moving, Keep Enjoying the Things You Like (perhaps in smaller doses *cough*), Keep Living with Chronic Pain or It Will Kill Your Spirit.

Because that’s the thing, my Wicked Luvs, as much as chronic pain hurts, the physical agony is rarely what gets a person in the end. What offers certain destruction (if not watched carefully) is the sense of helplessness, the near loss of identity, the nudges towards alienation… the depression.

I’ve chosen to live with my chronic pain creatively: I write about it, I laugh about it, I bare my teeth at it, I cuddle on the cold floor with it, I will live with my pain. And I’m a Dominican witchy Aries Marine woman: what I say I will do, will happen… There might be some rescheduling to accommodate a bit of agony every now and then, but what’s life without a wee twist thrown into the living?