I carry a notebook with me at all times, and the back page is reserved for recording lines or phrases that catch my fancy, usually because they are strange. This poem developed from one such line.
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I love ekphrastic poetry, especially writing it, so when I saw Adele Kenny’s prompt in my inbox this morning, I knew what I’d be writing today. Besides, who can resist Munch?
More inspiration from a Lightning Droplets prompt:
Find a headline or story that is good
news, a very small silver lining.
Dive deep into the possible
implications; imagine all the neighbors
were helping. What happens
when this explodes into goodness?
It changes the course of everything.
Again I found inspiration in a journal prompt at Lightning Droplets:
Describe in one small detail the change in your life
Think of one very small change
that offers a window into this time:
a crayon drawing, seeds
you planted, a mountain
of toilet paper.
Write down whatever comes
to mind; leave nothing
out. How does this small
detail relate to everything
else in your world?
Show us the colors and textures
you notice when you look
closely. What is the history
behind this? What meaning
does it hold for you?
Tell us why you noticed
this change, what captured
your attention. Show us how
it connects to something
larger in your life.
Lightning Droplets has been posting journal prompts, but as we all know, prompts are prompts. 😉 Here’s a sort-of found poem from Monday’s post.
Shelter and write
the pandemic as a turning
point: on what trajectory
was the year before the outbreak?
How does the virus change
things? It should alter life
decisions and goals, reshape
relations, spaces, and time,
transform who we are
Thanks to my Gauntlet-mate Eileen Rush for the prompt that led to this poem.
Self-portrait as a trivet
in a child’s hands I went from cool
slab of shapeless clay to thick
disk, ornamented with patterned
impressions of fork and crayon and pen
cap, then painted a bright favorite
orange, sealed with glaze, and made
firm and finally useful by prolonged
exposure to intense heat
This is what I imagined my daughter was thinking last weekend.
Third week of online college classes from home
What is it with parents
and cleaning? Today
mine are washing the patio
furniture like Jesus himself
is coming over for a cookout.
Today’s poem came from the prompt at the NaPoWriMo website:
Excerpts from the night shift
In one dream we are seated on chairs
in a circle. We pass an object between us
and speak. When it’s my turn I feel
electrified and words pour molten
from my mouth. When it’s my turn
I feel spotlit and my tongue dries
to the roof of my mouth.
In another dream a woman is a surgeon
and a musician and a friend. She checks
my face beneath the cold pack and says
the swelling is almost gone so I am free
to leave as well. I still feel unsteady
but someone else is driving. Already I can
breathe more easily.
The 30/30 Poetry Facebook prompt was “street signs.”
Signs of spring
All along the street, signs pop up
brilliant as flowers, unexpected
as mushrooms: new-leaf green
Roofing by Sta-Dri, Vote for So-and-so
in variegated red-white-blue, apple red
We Support Teachers, Pesticide
Application Keep Off in crime-scene yellow.
The 30/30 Poetry Facebook prompt was “afterglow of soup.”
Oak Ridge Stew
Everything was grown in the kitchen garden
out front, in the yellow clay that gives those carrots
such a cheery glow. The onions are shaped
a little strange but they taste just fine,
though the turnips seem to have an extra bite.
We dig potatoes at night when it’s easier
to see them, bright against the fresh-turned
soil. Eat up! The flavors are incandescent!
The 30/30 Poetry Facebook prompt was “write a poem that is more about sound than meaning. let’s call this sound surfing.” I am indebted to Evelyn Christensen for this poem, derived entirely from the answers she posted to her 1-Minute Morning Mind Stretch for April 15.
Apes age for ages as gaps
gape and gas gashes. A hag
has a heap of pages and peas
on a peg that sags with sap.
Sage is she, with a shag
the shape of the sea.