Post-It Note Poetry 2017

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Four years ago, while we were writing Post Marked: Piper’s Reach, I dared Adam to write a bad poem every day in February. Adam dared back – the poem had to fit on a post-it note.  Post-It Note Poetry was born as a monthly adventure. From humble beginnings in 2013, Post It Note Poetry has grown, and now commands international participation and the generous stewardship and curation of S.B. (Sean) Wright. (A big wave to our friends at Hartlepool Libraries in the UK!)

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2013

The participation guidelines are pretty simple:

  • commit to producing a poem daily in the month of February.
  • give yourself permission to write as well, or as badly, as suits.
  • poems must fit on a post-it note (they come in a variety of sizes and there are various apps and program that will emulate a post-it note or found poetry techniques of a suitable size).
  • photograph or screen capture the poem.
  • post to social media with the hashtage #pinp17.
  • get involved by sharing the poetry of other participants via your favourite social media platform or by joining the FaceBook community.
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2014

Follow @seandblogonaut or @jodicleghorn to keep abreast of what’s going on during the month. Sean has a dedicated Twitter timeline for it.

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2015

In 2016 I was able to test drive my poem squares for #pinp16. I’ll be pushing the boundaries again with #pinp17 to create a basis for a new project I’ll be launching in the next few weeks. I’ll be posting pics here every few days, but Instagram will be my main haunt.

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2016

For more info see:

Post-It Note Poetry 2017 – Participant Guidelines

Post It Note Poetry – Permission to Write (Badly)

Canticle… #PostItNotePoetry

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CANTICLE…
 
of fear is creeping
for Leibowitz
of the turning
bark
of the sun
/Scarborough Fair

The poem is mixed with Flaii-chan’s artwork Creeping Fear, via DeviantArt.

The Green Man

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They buried it deep inside.
The seed of the beginning.
Filled tubes with nutrients
and chanted the quickening.
Patiently they waited
for their greatest creation.
But flesh cannot survive
without a heart
and acorns live
for earth and sky.
 

 

Lois took the final lines to create the haunting ‘The Knight and The Seed’.

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