Hello friend, I am Timothy Kimo Brien, head instigator at Create Art Podcast where we help you to tame the inner critic and create more than we consume. Every year in April National Poetry Writing Month occurs, this is a challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days and comes from the NaPoWriMo site. When you participate you are given a prompt every day for 30 days and you can choose to follow the prompt or not. Each prompt has a commentary with it and a style of poetry that you may not be familiar with. I enjoy it because it stretches my creative muscles and helps me organize my thoughts. I also really enjoy a good challenge. There is also an opportunity to read other people's work as they post on their websites and for you to comment on their work, giving them encouragement or offering a suggestion. Care to join me on this journey?
Day 19 Prompt
And last but not least, our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a humorous rant. In this poem, you may excoriate to your heart’s content all the things that get on your nerves. Perhaps it’s people who tailgate when driving, or don’t put the caps back on pens after they use them. Or the raccoons who get into your garbage cans. For inspiration, perhaps you might look to this list of Shakespearean insults. Or, for all of you who grew up on cartoons from the 1980s, perhaps this compendium of Skeletor’s Best Insults might provide some insight.
Day 19 Poem
Blindspot
You are unfit for anyplace except hell
As I try to quickly and carefully
Get from my home to my destination
You believe the best place to drive
Is just behind me enough
To where I cannot see you
You think that this a game
Like the one you are playing on your phone
As we are going down the highway
At 70 miles per hour
Maybe you have misread the drivers handbook
And think that if I hit your car
And the front end is damaged
I am somehow to blame
But its actually the reverse
I have no wish to crash into you
And I like to make myself very visible and obvious
Hench why I signal turns even in my neighborhood
My nephew has said I drive like an old man
Who has a trailer attached
With recliners that have heat and vibrating controls
And seated in those recliners are pink lawn flamingoes
Enjoying the drive, enjoying being alive
So I do ask for a little room on the road we share
And I do mean the word share
Because either we both own a piece of it
Or none of us owns a scratch of it
Either way, either drive side by side
Or in front or behind
But stay away from the blind spot
Lest you risk being blindsided
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