From Robert Lee Brewer:
It doesn’t feel like it, but we’re already a week into this year’s challenge. Poem on.
For today’s prompt, write a discovery poem. This poem could be about making a discovery; it could be about something discovered (by someone or something else); or something you’d like to discover. I can’t wait to discover what new poems poets will create.
This is my "Free day" so I took the time to go back and make sure I commented on everyone's poems, and I found many comments I had not read before also! It was awesome! And I am caught up! Except for today's poem of course.
ReplyDeleteHa ha, made your discoveries, then!
DeleteDon't trust anyone
ReplyDeleteover 30.
Life fast, die
young, leave a pretty corpse.
I believed these things
at 17,
at 30.
Now, at 63, I
discover they are
not quite as true
as I thought.
And cliches I believe
change. I realize
that youth is wasted
on the young.
you got that right! lmao! yep I remember all that and now at 69 I think omg! don't trust anyone UNDER 30 :-). and hey we are still going to leave pretty corpses! love it!!
Deletejust reread and realized you have life fast instead of live fast... missed it on the first read.
DeleteYup. I'll fix it on my own copy but your comment should be enough for other readers.
Deletenot only youth but energy!when I was young I thought life went on forever, but now at 70...life just flew by and it's shorter than I thought. I enjoyed your poem a lot!
DeleteI remember that saying, funny isn't it, to think of saying that and even thinking it might be true, though I never did. I remember good looking corpse, rather than pretty, but it was guys saying it when I first heard it. Liked the poem, but I think it's not that youth is wasted on the young, but rather that they don't appreciate it until it is gone.
DeleteI heard the bellow
ReplyDeleteof laughter
coming from outdoors
my curiosity drew me
to a scene
I didn't understand at first
my boys, age 3 and 4
were vigorously
washing a little black boy
with wet wash cloths
from the house
"we're tryin' to wash
the chocolate off"
the of the boy
was in tears
my boys had discovered
the chocolate doesn't
wash off!
In between 'THE CHOCLOTE OFF" AND OF THE BOY I MEANT TO WRITE THE FATHER' SORRY
Deletejust not doing well today and my puter isn't acting right either.
DeleteI actually remember when that happened!
Deleteyea I think you were over visiting and we both heard that man laughing really loud and hard!!!
Deletethat is too funny! i r remember you telling me about it and how the father thought it was hysterical, so glad he had a sense of humor. I think you told me that was the first black person your kids had seen. stil chuckling over the scene you presented.
DeleteYep, they had never seen a black person in their short little lives. They literally thought he was covered in chocolate!!! and the poor little black boy only being 3 himself wasn't quite sure. I laughed till I was sick.
DeleteVictoria the Discoverer
ReplyDeleteWe’ll discover the poet inside you, Victoria told me
You just need some guidance
If you want to work with me I know
Your hidden poet will surface and grow
You just need some guidance
Constructive criticism I will give and
Your hidden poet will surface and grow
Your poetry is already good - let’’s make it great.
Constructive criticism I'll give and
Help you learn different techniques
Your poetry is already good - let’s make it great
So you can post it publicly with pride. Yes I;ll
help you learn different techniques
I’ll teach you syllable and word count
So you can post it publicly with pride. Yes I'll
show you forms! Pantoums, villanelles, and more
I’ll teach you syllable and word counts
I listened and I learned so Victoria said I’ll
show you forms! Pantoums, villanelles and more.
You’ve got it You are oow a poet!
I listened and I learned so Victoria said
You’ve got it You are now a poet!
If you want to work with me I know
We’ll discover the poet inside you, Victoria told me
How sweet. I am humbled. And everything I know and taught you I learned from Tad.
DeleteAnd you are a remarkably good poet especially at those forms which you use so well.
DeleteGreat pantoum!! That is a very touching poem. I enjoyed it very much.
DeleteDiscovered
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time
I believed I was a caterpillar
creeping here and there,
munching where I could,
without a care
except to mind
my caterpillar business.
I never dreamed
I was a butterfly,
and didn't need to creep
nor did I know I was asleep,
until one day I felt as though
my skin was far too tight
and I yearned for flight
without knowing
how to fly, until I
discovered all I had to do
was see myself with wings
and know that I could fly
and know that it was true.
until I did, and flew.
very imaginative! all it needs now is illustrations and you have a children's book!!!
DeleteLOL. And yes, we all need to imagine we can fly!
DeleteThanks for your kind words. It would make a cute book, you're right. Nice idea.
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