From Writer's Digest PAD Challenge:
For today’s prompt, write a spirit poem. Poets may write about a ghostly spirit. Or pen an ode to the spirits found in a pub or liquor cabinet. Of course, there’s also school spirit and the spirit of adventure. Personally, I like The Spirit of comics and radio fame. Let the spirit of poetry lead the way for you today.
Remember: These prompts are just springboards; you have the freedom to jump in any direction you want. In other words, it’s more important to write a new poem than to stick to the prompt.
inside my mind
ReplyDeletea micro spark
mulls around the mire
it’s density engulfs
the universe
uniting me with All
when energy
will cease to be
my spirit
at that time
will terminate
it’s sentience
and I return ...
...to nothing...
Wow. Powerful poem. Well done. ... Small issue. Lines 4 and 3rd to last. In both places it should be "its".
Deleteyep, you're absolutely right ma dear!!! I don't think it can be fixed now though. Dang.. I'll start watching that.
DeleteI don't believe in nothing...interestingly presented, hmmm. Perhaps you become everything!
DeleteWaiting
ReplyDeletefor the spirit
to move me, find perfect
words, craft the perfect poem. Still
waiting.
No you're not, LOL
DeleteWaiting for the perfect response..... to find the perfect words..... to say...... this has great humor.
Deletehahahahahahahaha!!! You were inspired!....lmbo I actually like it!!
ReplyDeleteSpirit
ReplyDeleteThat's the spirit
they say
when someone tries hard.
Slain in the spirit--
I was once,
or almost, in a chapel
in Yugoslavia
Spirit and flesh are one,
even though some
believe flesh
too crass for their
taste to swallow.
Spirit of love,enter my heat
that I may look
upon the world
with caring eyes and
a compassionate heart.
I liked the different ways in which you used the prompt word, spirit! Good job!
Deletethanks for your kind words.
DeleteI like the way we get just a suggestion of stories.
DeleteI enjoyed the ending where you turn your spirit towards others.
DeleteCan I just say I agree with all the other comments? LOL. But I do. I like the way you used the little vignettes with as Tad says "just a suggestion of stories".
DeleteGrateful for your nice comments I am.
DeleteTHE GHOSTLY SAINTS
ReplyDeleteAcross the street from her, a cobwebbed window.
Tilted against it, statuary--faded, except gilt
edges of halos, chipped linings
of robes. Saint Francis? Joseph? Collapsing
into him, the Virgin Mary. Stockpiled
behind them, others. This saint warehouse
isn't used much—she's never seen one
jostled, dusted, straightened, or
taken out, since she's lived here. For a while,
the ghostly saints told her to leave.
Now they think she should stay.
Once, when she was drunk
and dancing to Jay McShann, she
spun around at the Charlie Parker solo
on "Sepian Bounce," and mooned them. Mostly, though,
it's one beer at sunset, and a neighborly toast.
Great little story here! Thanks.
Delete....and mooned them..... lol
DeleteYes. Quite a turn in the plot. I was waiting for her to see the statues do something, but of course you never take a poem to the predictable place.
DeleteThe statues were real. A frame house down on Abeel Street, not the best part of town, that was apparently a warehouse for these statues. several of them were leaning up against the dusty windows. I wrote a series of poems about this woman -- a fictional character, a jazz musician's daughter who had left her husband, was starting her life over and trying to figure out who she was. At some point I had her move up to Kingston, and that put her in contact with the ghostly saints, who I had always wanted to write about but never figured out how to.
DeleteFred
ReplyDeleteOnce
I lived
in an old house
with my friend Debbie and Fred.
We didn’t always hang out.
Fred
had a
knack for knocking
things over. He also left
cabinets and doors open.
Deb
and I
didn’t mind much.
When friends came over and heard.
We would say, “Oh that’s just Fred”.
Friends
would say,
“We can’t see him?”
We would say, “We can’t either.”
He’s just a ghost who visits.
LOL. Love this! Considering the subject for today, I figured it out early but if I hadn't know a spirit was involved, the last stanza would have been a surprise.
DeleteNice story in this form.
DeleteI love this one.
ReplyDeleteTrue story. Elmendorf Street.
DeleteAnd I really love the zip code syllabic stanza. It's amazing how well you make it work.
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