Monday, April 30, 2018

Day 30 ~ Questad Poem for #NationalPoetryMonth “30 Poems in 30 Days”

Well, my poetic friends, looks like we have come to the end of "National Poetry Month." Kind of feels sad, doesn't it? I hope you have had fun and will continue to write poetry – do some searches for various types of poems. The list is endless (a little hyperbole for ya’).

I can’t tell you how much I enjoy April because of the responses I see to my daily poetry challenges. There are other challenges out there and I hope you can always find what you need to inspire you to create your poems. I have been in awe of a lot of the work I have seen. Some gets posted here, but most get posted on FB, Instagram, other people’s blogs, etc. and I do see a lot of it, but from the number of visits to this blog each day in the month of April, whether I’m able to see the poems and enjoy them or not, I know people are writing and enjoying poetry and that is my goal. Glad you have come along this year. So . . .

I thought for the last day we would do a Questad Poem; it’s a poem that kind of brings it all together – many of the things we have learned or practiced this month are contained in this unique and somewhat uncommon poetry form. I have included a chart with details created by Carolyn Osborne, a teacher. 

Have fun – I have included a Questad Poem I wrote a few years ago as an example in case I don’t get back to this post to include one I write today. We’ll see, but here ya’ go:

Your Draft
Title—topic of poem
By Eric Harker

They seem to sing when you rev up the engine

The sound is sweeter than honey

Purring proudly like a pack of panthers


It is a shiny dream in the eyes of a child,

Speeding like the space shuttle

Gleaming with silvery metallic paint along a black road of fragrant tar.

I got the above chart (and if you go there – it will pull up a 22-page doc that has lots of poetry forms and instructions) – for your continued poetry writing pleasure.

Here’s my poem:
Heartsongs made visible,
Rising from the depths of my soul,
Pretty, poised parcels of perfection,
Pitter-patter through my mind.
Poems are microscopic slides of slices of my life,
Dancing through my days like a prima ballerina,
Revealing my authentic self; raw, vulnerable and honest.
© 2014 Stephanie Abney

PLEASE REMEMBER ~ any poetry found on this blog, written by me, is my personal property and may not be used without my permission, other than sharing it as an example in a lesson or to read it to someone. The same goes for any poems that are shared in the comments of this blog or elsewhere online as a result of this challenge. They are the creative property of the person who writes them. These poems are their original work and no one may use them without their permission. It is understood that they own the copyright for to them as soon as they post them. Thanks so much!

Also, if you choose to post your poems on your own blog ~ that’s awesome. But PLEASE don’t just copy and paste my daily instructions, but rather post your poem on your blog or your FB wall or wherever AND LINK BACK TO THIS BLOG POST for others to come here to read the instructions. I’ve spent considerable time researching the poetry forms and writing them up to share with you. Thanks for respecting my work and the creative work of others. 


Vicki said...

Day 30-Qestad

Rainy Day
Playing drums on the roof
Sounding like a thousand people marching
And drums drumming down the driveway
Rat-a-tat. Rat-a-tat
The rain beats a staccato
Beating like a heart
Slowly changing rhythms as the storms moves away

Heidi L. Murphy said...

Here's mine for the day. Thanks again, Stephanie for doing this trek with us. I appreciate all your hard work and dedication.

Peggy Barker said...

They seem to grow like weeds.
Make more mess than a tornado.
Silly, sulky, sweet, or sassy says Grandma on any given day.
They have arrived, but when they leave, they take my heart with them.
And silence shatters the air like a sonic boom.