For today’s prompt, we’ve actually got two prompts (that is, a Two-for-Tuesday prompt). Here we go:
- Write an experienced poem. Or…
- Write an inexperienced poem.
The word “experience” can be applied to a multitude of things and situations. Soo… there’s a lot of possibilities today!
Okay I guess I'm taking this seriously. I wrote my poem even though I had other things I needed to do. Or maybe it's just procrastinating those things. Another not-kid poem. Woohoo. Maybe I am really an adult. And I even think this one has some potential even if it is a bit whiny.
ReplyDeleteARE YOU EXPERIENCED
Are you Experienced
comes on the radio. Jimi sings,
I listen, look back at
high school. Crackling 45s
spun on my record player, so sure
I was experienced.
To go back to that girl,
to be her, knowing what I know now.
If I could, would I make
equivalent mistakes?
Likely not. Would I have made mistakes?
Yes. I know that because
I am experienced
now, know this inane speculation
is futile, I listen,
Are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
I have. Hendrix sings on.
the ongoing question would we do the same knowing what we know now. or would we make new mistakes. I like framing it with the Hendricks song.
Deleteawesome! you really took me back with this one and the eternal question...is anyone every really experienced?
DeleteOKay finally caught up.
ReplyDeleteThe Novice Orphan
I'd lost at love
at money
I'd lost at friendship
and achievement of all sorts
I'd lost bets,
keys, cups of coffee
by the dozens
Lost my place in books
lost my way in travels
lost my breath while running.
But when it came to
loosing you Mom
last of my parents
I had nothing to go by,
When we lost Dad
it was you and I
WE lost him.
And now I have
lost you as well.
No sisters. No brothers
to share it with.
No preconceptions
No idea what to expect.
no experience
no armor.
I think I need a less pathetic ending. No sure where to go with it.
DeleteWow. I was going to say I know how you feel but being one of five and a half siblings (a half brother who did not live with us), it was still "us" who lost our parents. But then there is that much more to lose too. Bonnie hasn't been writing because she's going into the hospital for a biopsy tomorrow and has been very sick.
DeleteBTW, do you mean "losing you Mom" rather than "loosing"?
I also have brothers but I think we all felt somewhat the way you describe here, Mar. And when my Mom died, my daughter told her son how important it was for him to bond with his cousins since, as an only child, he would someday have to handle her death on his own - but cousins could help if they stayed close.
DeleteAs to the ending, I think it's enough for now - and I think if you let it just sit, more (or even less) will come to you.
wow! you really nailed this one! and I love the ending!
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ReplyDeleteMy experience
Deleteof my inexperience
is a better teacher
than my experience
of my experience.
However,
I find
that my inexperience
will eventually
lead to experience
once I experience it.
What's your experience?
Tasha Halpert
LOL. And yes, I agree wholeheartedly, but I wouldn't want to try to read it out loud.
DeleteIt's not too difficult if you take your time with it--or so I believe from my experience.
Deletethis was fun to read but I agree with Victoria... I wouldn't want to have to read it out loud :-)
DeleteWaves crash,
ReplyDeleteClaiming souls.
Black water leaps,
An agile cat
Eager to claim me.
weight--
Over my head.
Jostling.
Pressure.
Black.
Yet I wake up,
An uncomfortable beach.
Terrifying beauty
Unthreatened tremors.
Then calm.
Thank the waves.
Thank the beach discomfort.
For without their experience,
Calm would be nominal.
I somehow missed this one. Looking back at all the days to see if there was anything I missed. I love "Black water leaps, / An agile cat / Eager to claim me."
Deletereally enjoyed the vivid and very visual imagery of this one.
DeleteWho's Experience?
ReplyDeleteShe tells me I'm wrong. Why?
I don't agree with her point of view
I have my own opinions and want
to be heard and share ideas.
But she will not listen
talks over me - shouts
calls me an idiot for not
sharing her opinions.
I tell her my views come
my life experiences and hers
from her own so we will
never agree but why can't
we discuss our thoughts like adults
share our experiences and ideas
but she doesn't hear me - doesn't listen
shouts over me as only her experiences matter.
I know some of these are not very good but I have been sick and am trying to catch up! please understand.
DeleteWell, this is a subject I want to pursue, so here's a start.
ReplyDelete(Experienced/inexperienced)
I grew up knowing that I was
just like my father, although I
looked more like my mother’s
sister, had her artist flair too.
I was a reader, like my mother’s
mother – actually, like most
of the rest of her family, like
my father and his father, too.
I had the Tennant gift
of language, the Eyers taste,
Snow eyes, Jellison stubbornness.
I identified traits in my own
children that linked them
to their ancestors, distant
and close. By the time my third
child was born, I knew what
to expect of a Herrington
child, complete with all
the variations.
The grandsons came. My daughter’s
firstborn son was a mix of all
my children, tempered by
his dad’s musician temperament.
And when my son’s son was born,
it was deja vu all over again –
it was mini-Ben, with a dash of Jack
and a dollop of Kamora.
And then Kamora adopted Isaiah;
here was a grandson without
a blueprint. What should we expect?
The possibilities were endless!
With no expectations, we could
only watch him become himself –
and yet, he’s more like his mother
than his older brother was.
©Priscilla Anne Tennant Herrington