...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Poetry Challenge - Day 5
Today is our first "Two for Tuesday" prompt of the month. For those who are new to the challenge, I provide two prompts instead of one--usually polar opposites of each other--and poets can choose which one to use. Of course, quite a few poets write a poem for both prompts.
For today's prompt, do one of the following:
1. Write a goofy poem.
2. Write a serious poem.
This poem has a big red nose and an ass the size of Texas.
This poem wants you to sit down, just sit.
Ah ha ha
This poem has put moldy fruit in your locker.
It stole your bicycle, scratched your records.
It pretended to be you, got the scholarship,
got the girl. It lives in your house,
the one on the hill with lots of room and light.
When you come to visit, things haven't changed.
You turn to look at the view to think about
all the things that have and haven't happened.
This poem sticks a note on your back that says:
"I don't get it" and tells you
to come and sit at the table.
Just sit.
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