For today’s prompt, write a poem describing a scene in which two or more people interact without speaking.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Day 4
“Just Beneath (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write the poem. Possible titles include “Just Beneath My Feet,” “Just Beneath This City,” or “Just Beneath the Surface.”
Just beneath these words
is the space of the future
The geese outside fly through
space, creating time
In all this time of not loving
I have loved one minute
right into the next
so that just beneath
my love is light
that flies through the universe
without a sound and still says
love
it is all
you will ever begin to know
There is no such thing
as surface.
Just beneath these words
is the space of the future
The geese outside fly through
space, creating time
In all this time of not loving
I have loved one minute
right into the next
so that just beneath
my love is light
that flies through the universe
without a sound and still says
love
it is all
you will ever begin to know
There is no such thing
as surface.
Day 3
It could be a scary movie or ghost story poem. It could be a poem about a secret in your past. It could be a poem about your worst fear. It just needs to bring up a scary/fearful/uncomfortable emotion as you write.
(Not in the mood, but okay... trying to catch up in a hurry!!)
She, shaking, screams, "There they are again!"
and the high air traces with rockets and her friend is there, kneeling before the panicked, terrified girl.
I kneel before you. Even after you're gone now and I tell you, "It will be okay. It will be okay."
I hold your ghost hand atremble and can tell, by the air, how it whistles, that the hit will be direct
forevermore
all will fall as dust around this true and useless, still-kneeling, care.
(Not in the mood, but okay... trying to catch up in a hurry!!)
She, shaking, screams, "There they are again!"
and the high air traces with rockets and her friend is there, kneeling before the panicked, terrified girl.
I kneel before you. Even after you're gone now and I tell you, "It will be okay. It will be okay."
I hold your ghost hand atremble and can tell, by the air, how it whistles, that the hit will be direct
forevermore
all will fall as dust around this true and useless, still-kneeling, care.
Day 2
Write a full moon poem. The full moon might be a character or symbol in the poem. Or the poem might address what happens during a full moon: magic, mischief, madness, etc.
Tides
Pull on this inhale
and expose the dancing, tumbling shells
fragments
little parts of the self, insecure
or not wanting to be seen
scrambling to dig into the cover
of the seen-now psyche
vanishing in little bubbles, shy
and this
this exhale
Pull
and from me
my brevity
details
this name and the edges
of this body
day after day pull,
my small history pulled
Out now
deeper
Drawn and smoothed
under your light
dispersed wide
given of and into everything
the window
the ocean
this self
the same
Tides
Pull on this inhale
and expose the dancing, tumbling shells
fragments
little parts of the self, insecure
or not wanting to be seen
scrambling to dig into the cover
of the seen-now psyche
vanishing in little bubbles, shy
and this
this exhale
Pull
and from me
my brevity
details
this name and the edges
of this body
day after day pull,
my small history pulled
Out now
deeper
Drawn and smoothed
under your light
dispersed wide
given of and into everything
the window
the ocean
this self
the same
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