Basically, you write a poem a day based on prompts provided at Robert’s blog. Just a poem, mind you…the editing comes later (unless you’re anal like me and have to do it right away). In January, after submitting your collection, a winner is chosen and their November PAD collection will be published as a chapbook.
I figure that even if I don’t win, surely there will be a few salvageable poems from my effort to include in my next poetry collection. Maybe…
I challenge everyone interested in poetry to try it out, if you aren’t already a slave to NaNoWriMo.
Anyway, here is my attempt at the Day One challenge. The prompt: a poem that looks at where a person (or animal or thing) was and finds resolution with the fact that things won’t be that way again.
“The Story Tree”
When I was ten,
I carved your name into a tree
and misspelled it on purpose.
The knife I used
to etch the name into the bark
is packed in the back of a drawer somewhere.
I can barely remember him—
that boy so dumb and anxiously eager
to use that blade on something
but I know for sure
that he gripped the hilt like a ledge
as gravity slapped him, pulled him down
and he left a sketch of your name
for robins and squirrels to see,
for nature to soften, to fade, to claim.