#NaPoWriMo #2025
Finally, today’s (optional) prompt is inspired by musical notation, and particularly those little italicized –and often Italian – instructions you’ll find over the staves in sheet music, like con allegro or andante. First, pick a notation from the first column below. Then, pick a musical genre from the second column. Finally, pick at least one word from the third column. Now write a poem that takes inspiration from your musical genre and notation, and uses the word or words you picked from the third column.
“with a hint of frenzy” /power ballad/ sharks
“the joy is gone” /jazz fantasia/ nonsense
“smugly saying ‘yeah, I’m better than you’”/ folk song/ roses
“literally go nuts” /march/ departures
“play terribly”/ chamber music/bones
“deliciously”/ symphony/ infield
“about to burst” /aria/ concrete
“crazy eyes here”/ overture/ butterflies
“fade out like my hairline”/ interstitial/ wool
“like you’ve been hit by an arrow”/muzak /vanilla
“louder than possible” /breakup anthem/ vampire
“with contempt for imported convertible sports cars”/ rumba/ shadow
“like a naughty, naughty boy “/ waltz/ monument
“lord have mercy” /outlaw country classic /clock
“improvisatory screaming”/ death metal/ moonlight
“tempo di murder” /novelty song/ centaur
“as roughly as possible”/ fugue /pool
“gradually becoming a disaster” /yacht rock/hollyhocks
“play like you are about to start crying”/ tango /chain
“obliterate the choir” /hymn /banquet
“like 100 tin cans falling out of a Volvo”/ dubstep/ snow
Happy writing!
I chose:
Like 100 cans falling out of a Volvo
Folk Song
snow, chain, shadow.
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Folk Song
Like 100 cans falling out of a Volvo,
That cacophony of heavy noise hits me.
The outside world may be full of snow,
But inside, ego's voice clamours to be.
Constant noise is like a heavy chain,
That binds me to its inane chatter.
The negativity falls like stormy rain
Beating against the window - a clatter
Of sound that makes my head ache.
Tears escape red rimmed eyes.
I need to sleep, dream, and not wake,
Until the world is rid of its sighs.
Sighs that lament the world's woes,
A shadow of war and destruction.
Grief and extreme pain just grows,
Like a never-ending evil construction.
I pull up my metaphorical drawbridge,
Quieten my nagging ego's voice.
Seek the peace within, edit, and abridge,
As a human, I always have the choice.
Convert the negative to the positive.
Sing out affirmations to my reflection
In the mirror, let my mind be causative,
To peace, and quiet, avoiding abjection.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2025
VIXEN of VERSE 
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