NaPoWriMo Prompt 20

By on Apr 20, 2015 in Blog

A stream with mirror effect and large rock in the middle.

“Twin Streams” by true2source (https://www.flickr.com/photos/84327574@N00/)

As we continue the NaPoWriMo challenge, on Day 20, let’s depart from the alphabet briefly. Today, our prompt is “20” or “Stream-of-Consciousness.” Read “20” by Barbara Guest, a stream-of-consciousness poem sparked by the number 20. Then write your own stream-of-consciousness poem, either inspired by the number 20, or inspired by anything else. Don’t take too long to come up with a jumping-off point: You could grab something off your desk or use the first thing you notice when you go outside.

Feel free to share your poem (or a link to your poem) in the comments.

The NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) challenge is to write 30 poems in 30 days during the month of April. Find out more at the official site, NaPoWriMo.net.

About

Alyce Wilson is the editor of Wild Violet and in her copious spare time writes humor, non-fiction, fiction and poetry, keeps an online journal, and is working on a book, Belated Mommy: How to Cope With Being an Older Mom. Her first chapbook, Picturebook of the Martyrs; her e-book/pamphlet, Stay Out of the Bin! An Editor's Tips on Getting Published in Lit Mags (which she plans to update this year); her book of essays and columns, The Art of Life; and her humorous nonfiction ebook, Dedicated Idiocy: How Monty Python Fandom Changed My Life, can all be ordered from her Web site, AlyceWilson.com. She lives with her husband and son in the Philadelphia area and takes far too many photos of her handsome, creative third grader, nicknamed Kung Fu Panda.

One Comment

  1. Green and Gold

    As I look out onto the back yard
    The setting sun has fired the greening grass
    Trees bursting forth in new foliage
    Spring’s arrived at last.

    Blue sky darkens into twilight
    As Ol’ Sol retires this day
    In vain has been our pleading
    Please, for just another hour stay.

    As darkness creeps across the landscape
    Stars above begin to shine
    Full moon rises in the east
    To end a day sublime.