...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.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
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For today’s prompt, write a “suspicious minds” poem. When I assembled these prompts more than a month ago, I considered this one of my more unusual (and more creative) prompts. Click here to see Elvis Presley perform this song. Anyway, I’m thinking there are a few ways to go with this prompt. One, write a poem in which the narrator is either suspicious of someone or is the actual one under suspicion. Two, write a poem that plays with repetition–as this song does. Three, write a poem that is a performance poem spectacular (as this song is here). Of course, you can always bend and blend the prompt as you see fit.
Free
Where I am now
There is a treadmill
on a level above a pool.
Glass makes the pool visible and in it
a woman who smiles and smiles
and her boy balances on a floating pad and falls off
and they laugh and smile.
She gazes to the end of the pool where
a man plays with his boy.
I think they are not married.
They are traveling together - the two couples
and their children.
And she is smiling and looking.
And a man comes behind her.
And she turns away from him.
Plays with the child.
Looks to the end of the pool.
The man is serious, follows her gaze
wants to touch her but
he doesn't even try. She dives away.
She emerges, smiling
at everything, but him.
She delights in the boy.
She looks to the end of the pool
for the other. Her husband
gets out of the pool, unnoticed.
I run
and run
and run
from that.
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