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The Information

This is just a little something I wanted to do this month, to see how well it works. Basically, I will be posting various "of the day" prompts for every day of NaPo, so there will be 30 prompts in total. There will be four "of the days": word, scene, noun, and feeling.

The Word of the Day may vary from easy to hard in terms of understanding or ability of use, but I will be posting definitions to go along with them, as well as an example sentence, courtesy of Google.

The Scene of the Day should be easy enough to follow; you can either use the word itself or describe the scene, it doesn't matter.

The Noun of the Day will be exactly what a noun is: a person, place, or thing.

The Feeling of the Day will be exactly as it sounds. Note that there might be some "made up" ones I come across, but like enough to use. Regardless, I will always post a definition for these words as well.

Not really something you can complete, but there will also be a Poem of the Day for you to read and hopefully get inspired by. :)

This is an entirely voluntary challenge, so if you wish to not use these word prompts, then you certainly don't have to. I just want to do something to inspire you, give you a challenge, or help you think outside the box. :-)


The Prizes

There will a pretty trophy for those who particpate and those who finish the challenge, as well as bragging rights! If you want to sign up, please post here.


The Caveat

Please note that you have to finish five of each of the four prompt types. After that, you can do ten of your choice. However, you also must tell me what prompt you wish to count it for, or I will not count it.

ALSO! I forgot to say this before, so any poem after April 2nd will be okay but from now on, a poem can only count for ONE OtD. So you can't count a poem for both the word and the scene, or something similar. It HAS to be one only. Sorry!

The Afterword

I hope to see you all participate! If you have any questions, please PM me, as I wish to keep this thread full of only OTD posts.

Check back here daily or subscribe for the word of the day!

All definitions are copyrighted by Google.
Anything besides Google's work will be properly credited in that post.
“I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then."
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Example
Does not count. Do not use.


Word of the Day


poem
/ˈpōəm,pōm/
noun

a piece of writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song that is nearly always rhythmical, usually metaphorical, and often exhibits such formal elements as meter, rhyme, and stanzaic structure.

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Scene of the Day
New York City


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Noun of the Day
Girl


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Feeling of the Day
Joy
“I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then."
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Day One


Word of the Day


sanguine
/ˈsaNGɡwən/

adjective
optimistic or positive, especially in an apparently bad or difficult situation

noun
a blood-red color.

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Scene of the Day
Forest


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Noun of the Day
Princess


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Feeling of the Day
Melancholy



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Poem of the Day

The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)

"Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand

that this, too, was a gift."
- Mary Oliver
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Day Two


Word of the Day


da·is
/ˈdāəs,ˈdīəs/

noun
a low platform for a lectern, seats of honor, or a throne.

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Scene of the Day
Abandoned city


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Noun of the Day
Friend


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Feeling of the Day
Exhilaration



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Poem of the Day

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

"Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."

- Robert Frost
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IMPORTANT: I forgot to say that only one poem can count towards one prompt. So if you had a poem count for more than one before this message, it's okay, but from now on, it won't count. Sorry!


Day Three


Word of the Day


dissociate
\diˈsōSHēˌāt,diˈsōsēˌāt/

verb
disconnect or separate (used especially in abstract contexts).

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Scene of the Day
Utopia


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Noun of the Day
Rooftop


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Feeling of the Day
Frustration



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Poem of the Day

How to Prepare the Mind for Lightning

In the recesses of the woman’s mind
there is a warehouse. The warehouse
is covered with wisteria. The wisteria wonders

what it is doing in the mind of the woman.
The woman wonders too.
The river is raw tonight. The river is a calling

aching with want. The woman walks towards it
her arms unimpaired and coated
with moonlight. The wisteria wants the river.

It also wants the warehouse in the mind
of the woman, wants to remain in the ruins
though water is another kind of original ruin

determined in its structure and unpredictable.
The woman unlaces the light across her body.
She wades through the river while the twining
wisteria

bleeds from her mouth, her eyes, her wrist-veins,
her heart valve, her heart. The garden again
overgrows the body—called by the water

and carried by the woman to the wanting river.
When she bleeds the wisteria, the warehouse
in her mind is free and empty and the source

of all emptiness. It is free to house the night sky.
It is free like the woman to hold nothing
but the boundless, empty, unimaginable dark.
- Brynn Saito
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Day Four


Word of the Day

soul
/sōl/

noun
the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.

emotional or intellectual energy or intensity, especially as revealed in a work of art or an artistic performance.

the essence or embodiment of a specified quality.

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Scene of the Day
Wasteland


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Noun of the Day
Childhood friend


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Feeling of the Day
Brooding



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Poem of the Day

Sea Violet

"The white violet
is scented on its stalk,
the sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies fronting all the wind
among the torn shells
on the sand-bank.

The greater blue violets
flutter on the hill,
but who would change for these
who would change for these
one root of the white sort?

Violet
your grasp is frail
on the edge of the sand-hill,
but you catch the light—
frost, a star edges with its fire."

- H.D.
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Day Five


Word of the Day


solemn
/ˈsäləm/

adjective
formal and dignified.

not cheerful or smiling; serious.

characterized by deep sincerity.


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Scene of the Day
Dubai


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Noun of the Day
Piano


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Feeling of the Day
Curiousity



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Poem of the Day

Frequently Asked Questions: #9

Don’t you think you should have another child?

This girl I have is hardtack and dried lime
and reminds me, every groggy morning,
what a miracle it must have been
when outfitters learned to stock ship holds
with that one long lasting fruit. How the sailors’ tongues,
landing on its bitter brilliance, must have cursed
the curse of joy, as I did that morning the burst
of water brought my sweet girl into our lives.

But, already, she hates me sometimes.
Like I have sometimes hated my mother and she
must have sometimes hated her own.

After weeks at sea, the limes would desiccate and the meal
fill with worms. They would have eaten
anyway, the sailors, but taken no pleasure from anything.
Or taken no pleasure from anything but
the fact of their sustained lives. Which is to say it is all
I can do, most days, not to swallow
her up and curse her maker, I swear. Like I have not
sworn since the morning she was born.


- Camille T. Dungy
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Day Six


Word of the Day


endeavor
/-ənˈdevər/

verb
try hard to do or achieve something.


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Scenery of the Day
Oasis


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Noun of the Day
Hotel


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Feeling of the Day
Whimsical



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Poem of the Day

XVII (I Do Not Love You...)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

- Panlo Neruda
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Day Seven


Word of the Day


petrichor
/ˈpeˌtrīkôr/

noun
a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.

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Scene of the Day
Dance floor


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Noun of the Day
Bird


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Feeling of the Day
Exhaustion



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Poem of the Day

By Candlelight

This is winter, this is night, small love --
A sort of black horsehair,
A rough, dumb country stuff
Steeled with the sheen
Of what green stars can make it to our gate.
I hold you on my arm.
It is very late.
The dull bells tongue the hour.
The mirror floats us at one candle power.

This is the fluid in which we meet each other,
This haloey radiance that seems to breathe
And lets our shadows wither
Only to blow
Them huge again, violent giants on the wall.
One match scratch makes you real.

At first the candle will not bloom at all --
It snuffs its bud
To almost nothing, to a dull blue dud.

I hold my breath until you creak to life,
Balled hedgehog,
Small and cross. The yellow knife
Grows tall. You clutch your bars.
My singing makes you roar.
I rock you like a boat
Across the Indian carpet, the cold floor,
While the brass man
Kneels, back bent, as best he can

Hefting his white pillar with the light
That keeps the sky at bay,
The sack of black! It is everywhere, tight, tight!
He is yours, the little brassy Atlas --
Poor heirloom, all you have,
At his heels a pile of five brass cannonballs,
No child, no wife.
Five balls! Five bright brass balls!
To juggle with, my love, when the sky falls.

- Sylvia Plath
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Day Eight


Word of the Day


redolence
/red·o·lence/

adjective
a pleasingly sweet olfactory property

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Scene of the Day
Garden


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Noun of the Day
Open letter


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Feeling of the Day
Blissful



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Poem of the Day

Mockingbirds

This morning
two mockingbirds
in the green field
were spinning and tossing

the white ribbons
of their songs
into the air.
I had nothing

better to do
than listen.
I mean this
seriously.

In Greece,
a long time ago,
an old couple
opened their door

to two strangers
who were,
it soon appeared,
not men at all,

but gods.
It is my favorite story–
how the old couple
had almost nothing to give

but their willingness
to be attentive–
but for this alone
the gods loved them

and blessed them–
when they rose
out of their mortal bodies,
like a million particles of water

from a fountain,
the light
swept into all the corners
of the cottage,

and the old couple,
shaken with understanding,
bowed down–
but still they asked for nothing

but the difficult life
which they had already.
And the gods smiled, as they vanished,
clapping their great wings.

Wherever it was
I was supposed to be
this morning–
whatever it was I said

I would be doing–
I was standing
at the edge of the field–
I was hurrying

through my own soul,
opening its dark doors–
I was leaning out;
I was listening

- Mary Oliver
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Day Nine


Word of the Day


saccharine
/ˈsak(ə)rən/

adjective
excessively sweet or sentimental.

relating to or containing sugar; sugary.

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Scene of the Day
Paris


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Noun of the Day
Stripes


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Feeling of the Day
Antagonistic



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Poem of the Day

Sinking into the Leopard Pillow

I threw out everything that didn’t give me a spark

and hung all the whites on the table.

Greens and deep dirt browns and grays.

The sensory titillations of the day

entered each limb’s phantom collapse and gait, tremor are you
there?

See until you are gone and there is only what you are seeing.

Just trying that meant yesterday.

What to do today. Falls the shadow.

- Gillian Conoley
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Day Ten


Word of the Day


circadian
/sərˈkādēən/

adjective
(of biological processes) recurring naturally on a twenty-four-hour cycle, even in the absence of light fluctuations.


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Scene of the Day
Castle


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Noun of the Day
Teacher


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Feeling of the Day
Desperate



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Poem of the Day

Temper


Some things are damned to erupt like wildfire,

windblown, like wild lupine, like wings, one after

another leaving the stone-hole in the greenhouse glass.

Peak bloom, a brood of blue before firebrand.

And though it is late in the season, the bathers, also,

obey. One after another, they breathe in and butterfly

the surface: mimic white, harvester, spot-celled sister,

fed by the spring, the water beneath is cold.

- Beth Bachmann
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Day Eleven


Word of the Day


bracing
/ˈbrāsiNG/

adjective
fresh and invigorating

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Scene of the Day
Ocean


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Noun of the Day
Window


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Feeling of the Day
Ecstatic



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Poem of the Day

Meditation for the Silence of Morning


I wake myself imagining the shape
of the day and where I will find

myself within it. Language is not often
in that shape,

but sentences survive somehow
through the islands of dark matter,

the negative space often more important
than the positive.

Imagine finding you look at the world
completely different upon waking one day.

You do not know if this is permanent.
Anything can change, after all,

for how else would you find yourself
in this predicament or this opportunity,

depending on the frame? A single thought
can make loneliness seem frighteningly new.

We destroy the paths of rivers to make room for the sea.

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Day Twelve


Word of the Day


distal
/ˈdistl/

adjective
situated away from the center of the body or from the point of attachment.


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Scene of the Day
Amsterdam


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Noun of the Day
Performer


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Feeling of the Day
Wistful



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Poem of the Day

The neighbor’s buddy watching my screen through the window

The neighbor’s buddy watching my screen through the window
francine j. harris

Because the tube is turned to the window, the neighbor’s buddy coughs
a cough of pigeons. a hack of grackle. a bird out the window. It’s like

the neighbor’s buddy on my ledge, smoking. The neighbor’s chum in the blinds,
the eyes that peer, the eyes that open. propped and sunglassed. a kind

of smoking blackbird, an inveterate

tombirder. His leather wings are splayed. his rock in the cold. He has one foot on ice porch
and one foot wiggle. one foot rockerbird. a one-foot band. His cough is the cough

of the myriad smoker, the murder of smoker. There is quiver of murder. His cough
is the cough of a white boy, northern. of a Michigan leather. of the white boy jacket,

his leather like hair. The air is gray like cig smoke. gray like ash.
gray with the onset of northern porchlike spring and its porchstep rain. Wet

and snowy, the neighbor, his buddy in leather. like me, in leather. In a wet snow,
rocking. in a porch band leather. leather in April. April wet and still, one foot to the other.

- francine j. harris
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Day Thirteen


Word of the Day


balk
/bôk/

verb
hesitate or be unwilling to accept an idea or undertaking.


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Scene of the Day
Antarctica


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Noun of the Day
Dictionary


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Feeling of the Day
Apprehension



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Poem of the Day

Sawdust

Why not lindendust,
hackberry, hemlock,
live oak, maple, why
name the remains
after the blade, not
what it cut—

only now do I see
that the air is full
of small sharp stars
pinwheeling through
every living thing
that gets in their way.

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