Imagine – a November Poem-A-Day Challenge – Diminishing Somonka

Close your eyes and wish —
Magic can strike when you blink!
I’ll make my pen swish —
watch the letters as they link,
imagine what’s in my ink!
We’ll grow wings and fly–
(Watch the magic, see it flash!)
–swim an ocean sky–
(You’ve got stardust on each lash!)
–dance in moonbeams, till we’re ash!
For today’s prompt, write an imagined life poem. The imagined life could be your own, or imagining a life for someone else–like a person you see at the bus stop, grocery store, or library. If for yourself, the imagined life might be another possible parallel outcome or a possible future (for better or worse).



Diminishing Somonka
A form I created by marrying the Somonka and Diminishing Verse poetic forms:
  • two Tankas (5-7-5-7-7), written as two love letters to each other.
  • remove the first letter of the end word in each successive 7 syllable line.
Variation: Poets can remove sounds if they wish like “flies” to “lies” to “eyes.”



Only Alice Knows (a triolet)


I’m keeping butterflies in my hat–
the wonder is mine, for now.
Maybe you can understand that?
I’m keeping butterflies in my hat,
smiling like that Cheshire cat.
A little madness, we should allow.
I’m keeping butterflies in my hat–
the wonder is mine, for now.


The triolet (TREE-o-LAY), has 13th century French roots linked to the rondeau or “round” poem. An 8-line poem, in which the first line is used 3 times and the second line is used twice. There are 3 other lines 2 of which rhyme with the first line, the other rhymes with the second line.

A (first line)
B (second line)
a (rhymes with first line)
A (repeat first line)
a (rhymes with first line)
b (rhymes with second line)
A (repeat first line)
B (repeat second line)
For more information on this form, check out Poetic Asides.

Raving Mad (an erasure poem)


I suppose
I’m mad.
I haven’t

You’ll see

things happen
I just turn


a minute
or two
will be much

the most
and raving

at least
it was
as again
I wish.

and vanishing
so suddenly
make one

with the end
and ending
some time

clock (2)



POETIC FORM: An Erasure Poem




To earn the “Cut It Out” badge, start with an X ACTO knife, box cutter or other cutting device. Find a text you don’t mind cutting up — or make a photocopy of the text if necessary — and physically cut out the unused portions to create an erasure poem. Watch James W. Moore’s video, “Making Heaven,” which captures his process of creating poems using this approach: Scan your completed work — or take a picture of it — and upload it to the site. Cite your source text at the bottom of your post.


PoMoSco (Poetry Month Scouts)
Found Poetry Review’s 2015 National Poetry Month Project

– April 2015 – 213 poets joined together as a troop to earn digital merit badges for completing experimental and found poetry prompts.
– Prompts are divided into five categories – remixing, erasure, out and about, conceptual and chance operation.
– Each category offers six distinct badges to be earned.
– Poets choose their own source text.
– For more information, check out

A dear friend and fabulous poet, Von Thompson, is a participant. When she told me about the challenge, I decided to play along at home.


SOURCE TEXT: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Start Again (a rispetto)


If you love me, don’t say anything at all;
just let me go, and if you can’t say something,
put me back together. It was a great fall.
No stitch in time can save us, horses or kings.
Men! This is how walls and cookies crumble. Rain,
on every red sky morning, falls on the plain.
We spilled the milk, take warning: you can’t know what
— until I am gone, don’t cry over what you got.


For today’s prompt, write a “back to basics” poem. For me, back to the basics means jumping to the fundamentals. Maybe it’s me re-learning (or praPticing) fundamentals–like running or writing–but it could also be a child learning how to tie his shoestrings, which can be a unique experience for both the child and the adult trying to give instructions and advice. Back to basics could also be re-setting a state of mind or getting back into a routine. In a way, spring is a season that gets back to the basics.



Night Air (a Quatern)


That’s the night air in the city
tastes like remorse mixed with regret.
When you can’t see stars for neon
glow of traffic, just forget it.

When the moon as pale as smoke is,
that’s the night air in the city.
Caterpillar blows his smoke rings,
questions floating, “Just who are you?”

Sounds like bike tires on the sidewalk,
swishing, swishing, just a whisper.
That’s the night air in the city,
filling your ears with nothing new.

Turn the corner, follow footsteps,
She’s the rabbit in a white dress,
always slipping out of your sight.
That’s the night air in the city.


Prompt #12 of the April 2014 Writer’s Digest Poem-A-Day Challenge

For today’s prompt, write a city poem. The poem can take place in a city, can remember the city (in a general sense), be an ode to a specific city, or well, you should know the drill by now. City poem: Write it!


Quatern Poetic Form Rules
1.This poem has 16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas).
2.Each line is comprised of eight syllables.
3.The first line is the refrain. In the second stanza, the refrain appears in the second line; in the third stanza, the third line; in the fourth stanza, the fourth (and final) line.
4.There are no rules for rhyming or iambics.