So I am getting caught up on some things I missed from poetry month, and thanks to my new friend Jennifer Bullis, I have discovered some really ingenious poetry prompts from Rachel McKibbens. I was inspired to give it a shot by Jennifer’s post here. Now, honestly I don’t usually like most of the prompts I find out there. It takes someone with real imagination to get me going, and I like the fact that Rachel and Jennifer are all about breaking the rules, because in the end it’s about the poem not the rules, right?
Having said this, while I enjoyed doing this particular prompt, I confess that the resulting “poem,” while fun to create (I did break the rules a bit), was not a success, in that I will probably never post it beyond this page. I can see how it’s a great way to produce some intriguing non sequiturs, and will try some more of Rachel’s prompts.
Hey, sometimes we need the workout, the stretching, the training before the event, and so I will not be too hard on myself. Now that the pressure is off, and nobody is expecting you to write a poem a day, why don’t you go back to some of the NaPoWriMo sites and see what gets your juices flowing? Here, by the way is Jennifer’s much better result with the same exercise.
On a purely technical note, does it bother anyone that these links show up in a slightly darker black rather than the old fashioned blue? I’ve been highlighting and turning them blue because to me links don’t show up noticeably enough on this blog theme. Am I just being old fashioned?
Questions for God and the Dead
4:00 AM Conversations by the Instant Coffee Machine at
Rest Stop 41.
Why do men grow hair on their necks?
Hopefully on a bookshelf that isn’t dusty.
Why did Tiger, king of the Tom Cats, get done in by a passing car?
The smile of Robert Redford.
Who stopped to help me the night I hit the deer, and why did they dissapear?
Classic Rock, Billy Joel and the Beetles.
Why did you wait until my bags were packed before you said, “I’m sorry?”
A pee jar for my prostate.
Why did you create light before its source?
Sticks and Stones and puppy dog tails.
What kept your feet nailed to the floor at the bottom of the stairs, when you knew I was in danger up there?
The witch holding a poisoned apple. Prince Charming with a glass slipper. Gepetto and a wooden boy.
Why did you visit my aunts in their dreams, telling them you were happy, but never your baby boy?
Three Cold Beers, one Italian Red, two gin and tonics with lime, and a visit to the Emerald Isle.