The Best of NaPoWriMo 2012

I’ve gone through the poems I wrote for NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) last month, editing them and selecting the ones I consider the best of the lot. These will be added to the poetry section of the “Nathan’s Works” section of this website. So, without further adieu, here are the best of NaPoWriMo:

Fall
Funeral
So Far Away
Lamentations of a Robot Overlord
My Love, Our Crucible
Surgery
Farewell
Haiku 1 & Haiku 2
Writer’s Block
Waiting For Winter’s End
Slander
Haiku 3 & Haiku 4
Run
Warzone
Nonsense
Broken Wings
Avengers Assemble
Fortress of Solitude
Finding the Right Dance Partner

Which one(s) was (were) your favorite(s)? Were there any I left out that you think I should include? Why?

NaPoWriMo, Day 30: “Finding the Right Dance Partner”

Yes, I know I didn’t write or post this final poem on April 30. Unfortunately, life happened. I was unable to find time to write. However, I did make good on my promise to write a sonnet, albeit two days late.

This sonnet was inspired by one of my favorite scenes from Captain America: The First Avenger (one of my favorite movies). In it, skinny Steve Rogers is riding in a taxi with Agent Peggy Carter, his love interest. Steve confessed he didn’t know how to talk to women, especially since girls didn’t want to “dance with a guy they might step on.” “You don’t know how to dance?” Peggy asked, surprised. Steve went on to say he had decided to wait. “For what?” asked Peggy. “The right partner,” answered Steve. That scene stuck with me because I feel much the same way as Steve. (Note: I tried to find this scene on YouTube, but to no avail).

So, without further adieu, here is my first sonnet. (Honestly, I don’t think it’s that good, but you be the judge).

Finding the Right Dance Partner

The music played, summoning the dancers to the floor.
I, gulping and sweating, joined the crowds
And watched the lovely girls grab the hands of the men they adored
To sway and jive and spin, their heads in the clouds.
To one of the few partner-less girls I walked,
But she passed me to dance with another man.
I offered my hand to a second girl for a dance, but she balked.
One girl danced a few steps with me, but then she ran.
Abandoned, I was left with a clumsy girl,
Who, smiling always, tripped as she danced alone.
I offered her my hand, saying, “Shall we give this a whirl?”
But in my heart I feared this decision I’d later bemoan.
The smiling Beauty took my hand, and I was surprised to see
We danced better together and most gracefully.