For today’s prompt, write a take off poem. Take off work for you admin assistants out there (and any other workers). Take off a runway–for those of you who like to fly. Take off from a dangerous or weird situation–or maybe even a comfortable one. Or maybe you have a completely different take off of a “take off” poem. Go on and take off on your poetic paths.
Robert Lee Brewer's original post
There are days I feel locked in time and space
ReplyDeleteno place to run and hide or just veg out for awhile
to find some peaceful thoughts to guide me through
the confusion and wreckage of my so-called life.
It's those times I sit back with a cup of tea
maybe a muffin or some apple and cheese
sit still and let the silence rush over me
and let my thoughts take off in poetic form
to dance and sing and frolic in that special
place where words become line and lines become stanzas
and soon my mind is at peace with itself
while the poem forms itself from ink to paper.
I don't know how I missed this considering it's at the top of the page. But somehow I did. I considered this subject but couldn't make it work. I like this a lot!
DeleteTake It Off!
ReplyDeleteTake it off! Take it all off!
chant the boys in the back
The young woman on stage,
eyes unfocused, gyrates out
of time to pulsating music,
slips her bra strap off her shoulder.
Her lipsticked smile falters
as she unhooks the clasp.
Inquiring minds want to know
says the reporter, thrusting
his microphone into the widow’s
face, her dead husband being
wheeled into an ambulance.
How did you feel, seeing him collapse?
A celebrity dies and the public
demands to know what happened.
No detail is too obscure
Protestors find reasons to picket
the funeral; others will counter
with signs of their own.
And who will ever know the truth?
In in the meantime,
on a lonely stage in a near-empty
coffee house, poets bare their souls,
tell all and analyze it too
while the inquiring minds
mind other people’s business
somewhere else.
©Priscilla Anne Tennant Herrington
wow! this is awesome... stark reality strikes hard!
DeleteBonnie stole my favorite words. Wow. This is awesome. LOL.
DeleteCouldn't come up with a good idea so I resorted to a list poem.
ReplyDeleteTAKE OFF...
a little from the top and sides.
twenty percent from the price.
your coat and stay a while.
a day from work today.
that skirt, it’s too short for school.
for home when the street lights come on.
If they see you coming they will.
Will the product? When do we?
six, five, four, three, two, one…
clever! took me a couple reads to get it... :-)
DeleteTake off?
ReplyDeleteHow about some strip poker?
Let's take off what we can spare?
Maybe we can use the joker
so we won't end up all bare.
Taking off from what is given
is a challenge yet if we
let ourselves do as we've striven
maybe we can look to see.
Here is where I come to play
though my time is short and fleet'
words are fun and here to stay
Hopefully I'll make them sweet.
Tasha Halpert
LOL. I thought of "take of your clothes" but not like this.
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ReplyDeleteUpdated version:
ReplyDeleteRelief Sculpture
Remove a little here
scoop out some more
deep enough to accentuate,
to undercut, the line of something or other.
Smooth the center, or rough it wildly up.
Remove more, take off the edge itself
so the world curves into concavity.
Take away the center.
See clear through
to the other side.
I to go to the club
ReplyDeletewhere the girls
take off their clothes
They do acrobatics
on the pole
and the music flows
I love to watch
them do that pole
while the lighting glows
I fold dollars like airplanes
and fly them to the stage
I usually hit them on the nose!
I miss your smile,
ReplyDeleteYour drawl, your face.
I miss your kiss.
Or do I miss your place?
I miss your cheer,
I miss your folks.
Or is it because
I went up in smoke?
I keep searching for another you-
Your laugh, your drawl,
Your interests too.
My search will lead me somewhere,sure.
I pray that I will not be lured.
I miss your smile,
ReplyDeleteYour drawl, your face.
I miss your kiss.
Or do I miss your place?
I miss your cheer,
I miss your folks.
Or is it because
I went up in smoke?
I keep searching for another you-
Your laugh, your drawl,
Your interests too.
My search will lead me somewhere,sure.
I pray that I will not be lured.
I meant to comment this on Tuesday's, but my phone skipped out on me.
DeleteI meant to comment this on Tuesday's, but my phone skipped out on me.
ReplyDeleteMetamorphosis-
ReplyDeleteTake off my mask,
Allow me to shine.
Painful,
But necessary.
Slicing off hate,
Only leaving good meat.