The Deadlines for Writers (formerly 12 Stories in 12 Months) website assignment February 2020 was to use onomatopoeia. I chose to write a Haiku.
The Encounter
Bear rises, roaring!
Time stills; heart pounds; he huffs, turns.
Held breath soughs! Ah, Life!
Joan Turrentine
February 2020
Update: Posted on Facebook 3/23/2020 - during the covid-19 quarantine:
Every month for the last 15 months I have worked to produce a polished prescribed poem for the "Deadlines for Writers" website. I prefer and usually work at rhyme and rhythm in my poems. In February the assignment was simply to use onomatopoeia. Not an inspiring task. I half-wrote (and discarded) four or five fairly long and rhyming poems that were pretty pitiful. As the deadline approached, I was tired of the effort and sat down with a blank page and decided to just write a haiku because they are short and don't rhyme. In my lack of enthusiasm for this type of 3-line poetry (5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables), I quickly wrote a seventeen-syllable poem with all, save one, one-syllable words and quickly turned the assignment in, grateful that I know no one in the group personally. Interestingly I got more responses to this poem than to any of the others I have submitted to this site. I even got an email response about it this morning - almost a month after the submission day. This comment wrote: "I keep re-enacting this moment in my head after reading. It got right in there!"
Update: Posted on Facebook 3/23/2020 - during the covid-19 quarantine:
Every month for the last 15 months I have worked to produce a polished prescribed poem for the "Deadlines for Writers" website. I prefer and usually work at rhyme and rhythm in my poems. In February the assignment was simply to use onomatopoeia. Not an inspiring task. I half-wrote (and discarded) four or five fairly long and rhyming poems that were pretty pitiful. As the deadline approached, I was tired of the effort and sat down with a blank page and decided to just write a haiku because they are short and don't rhyme. In my lack of enthusiasm for this type of 3-line poetry (5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables), I quickly wrote a seventeen-syllable poem with all, save one, one-syllable words and quickly turned the assignment in, grateful that I know no one in the group personally. Interestingly I got more responses to this poem than to any of the others I have submitted to this site. I even got an email response about it this morning - almost a month after the submission day. This comment wrote: "I keep re-enacting this moment in my head after reading. It got right in there!"
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