Daily Archives: Tuesday, November 18, 2008

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Childhood in Six American Sentences

This poem was written for two prompts: Read Write Poem #53 and One Single Impression #39: Childhood Memories.

The Read Write Poem Prompt directed participants to each write one (or more) American Sentences. If you’re not hip to what an American Sentence is, go here or here for more info. I’ve contributed a few sentences for the prompt, but the gracious folks who run RWP more or less gave us a “free prompt” for this week.

So what did I do? I combined American Sentences with the Six Sentences form and produced a poem with Six American Sentences to fit One Single Impression’s theme of “Childhood Memories”. (You can read more of my American Sentences and Six Sentences on this blog.)

Enjoy.

-Nicole

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X marks the spot of my generation and small town memories. The eye of Thundera rises red, a Saturday morning sunrise. Bracelets, jump ropes, Doc Martins and black eyeliner jumble together. Portals open to distant city scenes through videos and music. We scrawl and send messages in sullen and sanguine bottles by turns. We poke each other’s hearts and hope for fresh dreams to explode from within.

Written 11/18/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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Heat Wave Torture

This week, I decided to try out a new poetry form known as a memyric. The memyric was invented by Lancelot of Pleiades and uses four-line stanzas of five, three, eight, and three syllables respectively, with the two three-syllable lines rhyming. The last word of the first line rhymes with the first word of the second line. It’s a fun form to work with. If you’d like to see an example written by the inventor of the memyric, check out this poem: “The Roll”.

Now for your reading pleasure, I give you this *modified* memyric, written for Poefusion’s Tuesday Title Prompt, which this week is “Salty Moon”. I did not completely follow the rules for the memyric (my last word in my first line doesn’t rhyme with my first word of my second line), but I experimented with some internal rhyme instead. Enjoy.

-Nicole

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Salty moon in June
overhead -
saturated, not crisp, clean. It
wilts instead
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