Camp NaNoWriMo Day 19: Book Title Poetry

After staring at my bookcases and all of the library books I can’t yet return, I have discovered my new favorite quarantine pastime: creating poems out of book titles!

I gave myself a couple of rules:

  1. They can only be books I currently have in my house.
  2. I cannot alter the book titles, except to add articles (a/an/the)
  3. I can add punctuation.

Two of the poems ending up starting with the same line, and it was amusing to see the drastically different turns they took.

Here’s the first one:

 

now I rise:

burn bright,

spark

the fire,

a tangle of gold

where the rock splits the sky

legendary.

Lauren Hallstrom book title poetry

You can compare this to the one I wrote after, which has quite a different tone!

 

now I rise

then again, maybe I won’t.

nothing ever happens here,

the lair of dreams.

hush, hush, dreamer…

a long, long sleep…

wait until tomorrow.

 

I think I’ll have to try more of these! Yes, each line is a different book title (except hush, hush, dreamer, which is two book titles put together).

Do you have any books at home that would make interesting book title poetry?

 

 

Camp NaNoWriMo Day 18: Mirror World – A Poem

Day 18! Time for an imaginative poem to break up the realism and day-to-day life.

 

Mirror World

A COVID-19 poem by Lauren Hallstrom

 

I spotted the girl in the mirror

from across my bedroom

when she wasn’t looking.

She was sitting cross-legged

and eating a bowl of Cheerios

and smiling into it.

 

Throughout the day,

while I sit on my bed

with Netflix on

in the background,

I look over

to see what she is doing.

 

Now she is rehearsing

something important

into her spoon

as if it were a microphone.

Now she has fumbled and dropped

it on the floor and is laughing.

 

Her friends are gathering

around her and psyching her up.

Making a fort out of

the books on her desk

while she spins around in a dress

made for going out.

 

Sometimes, I wish I could be

in her world.

Every once in a while,

I notice how the dust has settled

in my room and get up to clean.

The only piece of furniture I ever get around to

is the mirror.

 

One time, the girl in the mirror

saw me looking.

She saw my hand pressed against the glass

and lifted hers to show me

how they look

exactly the same.

 

 

 

Camp NaNoWriMo Day 17: Coffee Steam & Skype – A Poem

With how stressful reading news articles can be, I’m finding out how important it is to sit back and focus on something simple every so often:

Coffee Steam & Skype

A COVID-19 poem by Lauren Hallstrom

 

How good it feels to laugh again,

to realize that this whole time

the muscles in my face have been

all scrunched up

& now I can let them loose.

 

This is how it feels to breathe again,

amid three dozen news articles

telling us it won’t be over soon,

with work saying “I don’t know.”

This is what living is.

 

This is laughing at song lyrics

& finding ways to make masks glitter

& knowing that at the end of the day

there is more than one way to breathe deeply.