NaPoWriMo Prompt 21

By on Apr 21, 2015 in Blog

Series of benches on a beach boardwalk.

“Bench Repetition” by David Daniels (https://www.flickr.com/photos/spursfan_ace/)

On Day 21 of the NaPoWriMo challenge, “R” is for “Repetition.” Many types of repetition can be effective in poetry. Try reading the examples of poems that use refrains (repeated lines) at the Poetry Foundation page. I also recommend visiting the Repetition page at LiteraryDevices.net, which includes a fuller discussion about the types of repetition used in poetry, along with some examples from famous poets.

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. For more, visit 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.

2 Comments

  1. BLIND DATE

    Questioning my sanity
    my status and my vanity
    I stood beneath the ornate railway clock.

    ‘He really is a sweetie!’
    my best friend’s words came back to me
    as I stood beneath the ornate railway clock.

    Doubts caused minor irritation
    under-arm perspiration
    as I stood beneath the ornate railway clock.

    I spotted him approaching
    on my privacy encroaching
    as I stood beneath the ornate railway clock.

    His circumference unmanaged
    he was vertically challenged
    as I stood beneath the ornate railway clock.

    With bulbous nose alarming
    and dress sense less than charming
    as I stood beneath the ornate railway clock.

    The porter blew his whistle –
    it’s the end of this ‘epistle’ –
    for I panicked, yelled ‘Oh, no!’ (well wouldn’t you?)

    The ornate clock is now behind me –
    I had no option, don’t you see –
    I fled and caught the 8.0’clock to Crewe.

  2. I enjoy writing ‘eclectic’ poetry (any subject, but have a fondness for humour)