From Robert Lee Brewer:
"Let’s get this poeming party started.
For today’s prompt, write a reminiscing poem. In my mind, this means a poem that remembers something (a moment, a relationship, etc.). The poem could be kind of nostalgic or sharing lessons learned. But for those new to these challenges, you should know that I consider these prompts open to interpretation–so if you have another take, go for it."
Okay, gotta admit I'm a bit disappointed in the first prompt. Hell, 90% of poems could be called reminiscing. But I decided I want to try to write something original every day. I likely won't succeed since I'm starting a new job this month also, but I will try. That means a lot of "bad poetry." Here's my first effort.
ReplyDeleteMusic of my youth defines me, molds me,
holds me tight in its psychedelic grasp,
but some days I gasp in pain, turn it off
with a pointed click until I can breathe.
Fighting tears that well up from deep inside
I hyperventilate because I was
Born To Be Wild, hitchhiked home from Texas,
but now I wonder how I am alive.
Are You Going to San Francisco? Yes,
I longed to go, live in Haight Ashbury,
but dreams of hippie life never got me
to California, business trips did.
I didn't understand The Circle Game,
barely beginning the journey around.
It is coming close to full circle now
I cannot stand the running much longer.
well this one certainly couldn't be considered bad poetry, this is awesome and filled with emotions. In fact I have decided I'm not goting to write a poem of my own. I'm stealig this one :-).
DeleteClever, clever, and as usual, up to your standard. If you have time take a look at the poem I posted in the last prompt because I think you might like it. I had intended to get one in sooner but you know how it is.
Delete"tears that well up from deep inside" is the soft spot. Otherwise, does the job.
DeleteThis is amazing! Filled with beautiful imagery and emotion. I enjoyed it very much.
DeleteI will write a new one but today is the 8th year of my second husband's passing so I thought I would post this one I wrote yeara ago for him..
ReplyDeleteThe Gentle Tap of Your Heel
In the night as I try to sleep
pain and loneliness are all I feel
in my memories dreams of you I keep
I hear the gentle tap of your heel.
My heart skips a beat or two
as I remember our last dance
how lovely we were - me and you
your love my emotions did enhance.
Around the floor we would dip and whirl
your steps so precise and swift
how I loved it when we'd spin and twirl
from the floor my feet you'd lift.
Now the music sounds flat and bleak
the lonely notes echo in the dark of night
my heart grows slowly soft and weak
will I dance with you tonight?
Will I meet you in my nights sleep
it all seems so clear and real
as in my memories dreams of you I keep
I hear the gentle tap of your heel.
This is awesome, brought tears to my eyes.
DeleteVery moving, very special, hanks for sharing.
DeleteVery sad indeed. I love the emotions it brought out of my soul.
DeleteOnce Upon a Time
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time I dreamed of love
and thought I'd found
my fairy tale for real.
Until my prince refused to grow
while I could not remain
the princess I had always been.
I left that fairy tale behind
and found a fellow adventurer
who loved me enough
to grow beside me. Now
we live our fairy tale together
making it our own reality.
Funny how all of our reminiscing is about sad things. Nice poem, and I have been there too.
DeleteThank you, I appreciate your kind words. Looking forward o he next prompt.
DeleteAwesome poem! I think we've all been there and loved there.
Deletesuch a sweet write. yes, there comes a time to leave fairy tales behind and grab onto reality which IMHO is much more exciting :-)
DeleteI started to try for 30-30, but I decided I wouldn't really think about Robert Lee's prompts, I'd make my own prompts, from something I heard or read on that day. This one from a story on All Things Considered. But actually it is about relationships, as it turns out. Don't know if I'll really be able to,sustain 30-30'this way, but I'll do what I can.
ReplyDeleteBEFORE SHE WAS BORN
Claire's mother ran guns
from Namibia across
the border
to Angola
before Claire was born
before she met the man
who would take
her to St. Paul
a faculty wife
who would be Claire's father
in Bengo
there'd been a man
who took her to bed
taught her about a cause
Marxism
Leninism
he was arrested
they impounded her Jeep
she never
saw him again
for months afterwards
she took Jim Beam to bed
even when
she came back home
and took her degree
Reminiscing, not relationships. Word-suggested did me in.
DeleteVery powerful poem... and sad as well.
Deletei agree with Linda very powerful and very sad.
DeleteLove the last stanza particularly. And I am with you. I will do my best but M-Th are much busier times for me. Let's see how long I last.
Deleteplop plop, plop plop
ReplyDeletePaul had throw the first cherry
at a little Mexican boy.
They taught him how to play the game,
squash them before you throw them.
plop plop, plop plop
I took my pilfered cherries inside,
baked 60 little pies,
while they riddled our white cabin
red with squashed cherries.
Paul's yellow shirt looked tie dyed
When the game was over,
I handed out my pies.
Had to write the recipe down
over and over, over and over
in my meager Espan~ol
they'd never had pie before.
The next day, the children
washed our cabin white, again.
what a fun poem! made me smile :-)
DeleteMe too.
DeleteCute!! 2nd line needs something "Paul had throw the first cherry" doesn't make sense. "had thrown" maybe or just "threw"?
DeleteI took that as a typo, read it as "had thrown."
DeleteThe only thing I didn't really understand was "pilfered," I had gotten the impression that these cherries were growing in profusion, not that they'd been pilfered. Although I liked the word.
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