04/03/25 - Day 3 of 30
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NaPoWriMo Prompt
And now for our (optional) prompt. The American poet Frank O’Hara was an art critic and friend to numerous painters and poets In New York City in the 1950s and 60s. His poems feature a breezy, funny, conversational style. His poem “Why I Am Not a Painter” is pretty characteristic, with actual dialogue and a playfully offhand tone. Following O’Hara, today we challenge you to write a poem that obliquely explains why you are a poet and not some other kind of artist – or, if you think of yourself as more of a musician or painter (or school bus driver or scuba diver or expert on medieval Maltese banking) – explain why you are that and not something else!
My Poem
Why I Write
Think of a sculptor,
A clay-molding priest
Who unearths the near
Perfection of an idea.
He’s always happiest
With burnt umber hands
Churning and shaping
Form from nullity.
He’s not worried.
He knows where he’s going.
He’s enjoying the process.
He’s in the flow.
The act of creation is unfettered joy.
Stories are sculpted language.
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