Good morning and welcome to day one of NaPoWriMo. How are we launching National Poetry Month 2012?Â Here is the challenge for today:
"Way back in the 1600s, when you couldnâ€™t walk ten feet in London without hitting a poet with some serious chops, â€œcarpe diemâ€ poems were a popular item. The one that first springs to my mind is Andrew Marvellâ€™s To His Coy Mistress, in which the poet entreats his lady-love not to be a tease, because weâ€™ll all be dead soon enough, and if she dies without smooching Andrew Marvell, well, that would just be terrible. Iâ€™m not sure if it succeeded as a seduction technique, but wit and joy pervades Marvellâ€™s poem, despite its grim implications.
So in honor of the first day of NaPoWriMo, and Marvellâ€™s observation that â€œthough we cannot make our sun/Stand still, yet we will make him run,â€ I challenge you to seize the day with a â€œcarpe diemâ€ poem of your very own. This could be in the sassy, seductive vein, a la Marvell, or if you arenâ€™t feeling sassy, thereâ€™s always the option of a spooky, contemplative poem. For a good example, check out Archibald MacLeishâ€™s You, Andrew Marvell, which owes as much to Shelleyâ€™s Ozymandias as it does to Marvellâ€™s poem."
Now that April is upon us
All pens are posed
Poets begin to obsess
Over every word composed
Whether we shall reach the finish
Rhyming verses all the way
Is a challenge not to diminish
Make the most of today