NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month, aka GloPoWriMo, Global Poetry Writing Month, commences on April Fools Day. But the folk over at http://www.napowrimo.net/ have already provided a prompt to flex the poetry writing muscles. While readers on the other side of the Atlantic put their clocks forward two weeks ago,we sprang forward at 2am today. The clock ‘Spring Forward’ thing has always addled me and I feel very late with poetry practice. Given I am up and out early several mornings this week, the NaPoWriMo prompts may not get attention until later in the day.
The prompt on the website today is to write a self-portrait poem. This is my effort. The examples they give are lovely and mythic. But I have lost an hour and may be feeling a tad prosaic. However, it is something of a relief to have someone else suggest the subject or theme for the Poem A Day.
Yeasty and doughy. No surprise.
The years' toll has given rise...
I am a Sunday loaf of bread
made with flour kept for guests.
I've a plain 'go to Meeting' face.
A glint of flint. Just a trace.
Though too smiley for piety
by some Quaker ancestry.
Generations long gone, sometimes
blood will out and ideals chime.
There's holy anger for justice
meets a pacific genus.
I keep Sabbath and most mornings
in silent allowing,
a prayer, a poem, baking
a loaf of bread offering.
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