My Triolet on Day 1 asks “where does the time go?” and we only wish we had the answer to that question. But, time does move on and our mighty leader Maureen Thorson at NaPoWriMo gives us our prompt for day 3.
She writes: “Time keeps marching on, and so does Na/GloPoWriMo. And so, lo and behold, we find ourselves three days into our poem-a-day challenge. . . and here’s the optional prompt:
Following O’Hara, today we challenge you to write a poem that obliquely explains why you are a poet and not some other kind of artist – or, if you think of yourself as more of a musician or painter (or school bus driver or scuba diver or expert on medieval Maltese banking) – explain why you are that and not something else!
Check out the poem O’Hara wrote Why I Am Not a Painter as you muse upon why you are a poet (if you are) or another kind of artist as above. Now, this one is a HUGE challenge! We must do some deep diving within.
So, my poem turned out this way as I contemplated why I am not an accountant, but instead, a poet.

Why I am Not an Accountant
I look at grapefruit & sunflowers on the table &
see constellations of stars from the button-center blooms.
I think about what goes unsaid & see cars
in a junkyard that started with an old Buick in1956.
I dream up rhymes about a naiad rising
from the rippling moon & how she made a sad &
broody lad glad on a most mad & moonly night.
I move back into memory starting with 25:
25. It was only 25 years ago the world split open
24. when it did, words spilled
23. from mouths like blood.
And end with lines about my birth.
2. Thankfully, I still remember
1. the joy of being born.
Jacquelyn Markham (April 3, 2025)











