From Writer's Digest PAD Challenge:
For today’s prompt, write an exotic poem. Set your poem in an exotic locale. Or maybe write about an exotic person, animal, or technology. And remember that your everyday things may be exotic to someone else. Honestly, I’ve found poets are a breed of exotic creature whenever I’m in a room full of “normal” adults.
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.
Exotic Thoughts
ReplyDeleteExotic... An imagination flashed,
My husband wearing a Hawaiian shirt
Strange... to view me in a straw skirt.
Exotic... An awkward guess,
My teen-age son ignoring rules,
Unexpected...to become a Deputy Sheriff who proudly enforces them.
Exotic...A thought I never had,
My daughter driving a train,
Bizarre... to care for alligators, crocs, kangaroos, and birds.
Exotic... Many memories occur,
Me and my husband raising three children,
Fascinating... to superimpose with three grandchildren.
Exotic... Many dreams return
Whispering caves, Greek islands, Caribbean waves eliciting smiles,
Surprised... to awaken to Norway’s midnight sun at three AM.
Exotic... Reflections in a mirror
My realities, dreams, and promises, breaking into new pieces,
Alien... to look back and see a person
much wiser and gray.
very interesting take on the prompt! You have placed a lot of ideas on the word "exotic"...very inventive!! I enjoyed it..
DeleteI love this. Our ideas can seem foreign and exotic until they unfold in real life!
DeleteAbsolutely your best one so far, IMMHO. I love the stories as Sue said, "unfold in real life".
DeleteMuch to think about in this one.
Deleteshe twirled and turned
ReplyDeleteleaped and shook her
beaded hair
the fire light glow put
sheen upon
her tanned sinewy arms
skirts of many colors
gauzy...flaring
in the breeze
thighs bared exotic
flesh flashed...
eyes followed...
skies close
with clouds
cloying air affirming
pending storm emanating
exciting ozone
exits boho Gypsy
in her tent
he raps and wonders
will she want me
pleased he smiles
gently joining
waiting arms...
This is great! Love is in the air!
DeleteI love the picture you paint here. I can see it vividly.
DeleteYES to it all.
DeleteStone
ReplyDeleteBlue
Stone rocks
Everywhere.
Laying precariously
without a care in the world.
Stone
sidewalks.
Needed for feet.
Jobs for the men and the stones.
Dig. Lug. Lay. Line the store fronts.
Blue
Stone rocks
ditched for cement.
Fancy new mixture to form
fancy new sidewalks for feet.
Stone
Quarry
was abandoned
Found. Reworked. One man’s opus.
Walk up, around, down and through.
Blue
Stone rocks
used for pleasure
To see with the eyes. To feel.
To walk on. To celebrate!
(I had to stick with my zip code because this ended up being about OPUS 40)
Oh, definitely for this one. And it "feels" like OPUS 40. I wish everyone here could go see it.
DeleteAnd I keep falling back on Tad's 5/4 form. I like having a particular form to follow. I used to be obsessed with pantoums. Only done one this month.
DeleteThis is quite lovely in its form and content. I enjoyed the last stanza and how you brought the rocks to life.
DeleteYou really need to take a road trip and see it for yourself. It's an amazing space.
DeleteI am exotic
ReplyDeleteunwavering face
void of makeup
the effects
of age showing through.
dictionary.com
defines it as
"strikingly
unusual; strange
in effect, appearance".
Yes, I agree natural beauty is very exotic. You wrote it well. I kind of got a chuckle out of it.
Deleteyes, I agree that natural beauty is the most exotic look. I got a chuckle or of your poem actually. Nicely written
DeleteI'm with you on that one, darn it, you stole my idea!Was going to use my own exotic self as a subject. Now I'll ave to give it more thought. sigh.
DeleteLove this. I exotic everyday!
DeleteExotic Tales
ReplyDeleteI read the Swiss Family Robinson at least three times.
I wanted to live in a tree house home
and ride an ostrich. That was the
exotic life I yearned for, not
My mundane existence: Feeding the chickens, doing homework,
watching black and white TV--
pretty ordinary but ah,
I had my imagination.
The black and white TV would be exotic these days!
ReplyDeleteGood thing our imagination was color.
The poem wears a red boa.
ReplyDeleteFour inch heels.
Zebra leggings.
I wonder what thrift store it robbed
If it's had dinner
Or maybe needs a bus ticket to Newark.
I hand it a business card
For the suicide prevention hotline,
Or Happyglow Face painting Service
Or something
it angrily taps it's foot on the sidewalk
As I hurry away.