I want you to take your mind to your favorite place or room and put your most comfortable piece of furniture in there so you can sit down if you wish. Now, put yourself at your favorite age. Then, pick the one “thing” on earth that gave you so much pleasure that you were happy! Write a poem about this place, time and thing. And why you are happy?
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Sunday, April 28, 2019
Favorite Place and Time
This week's prompt is from Linda:
I want you to take your mind to your favorite place or room and put your most comfortable piece of furniture in there so you can sit down if you wish. Now, put yourself at your favorite age. Then, pick the one “thing” on earth that gave you so much pleasure that you were happy! Write a poem about this place, time and thing. And why you are happy?
I want you to take your mind to your favorite place or room and put your most comfortable piece of furniture in there so you can sit down if you wish. Now, put yourself at your favorite age. Then, pick the one “thing” on earth that gave you so much pleasure that you were happy! Write a poem about this place, time and thing. And why you are happy?
Saturday, April 20, 2019
License Poem
We seemed have let the April Poem A Day prompts slide by us this month. I've chosen one of their prompts for this week, but for anyone interested, here is the blog where ALL of the prompts are listed.
Here is the one I picked for this week:
For today’s prompt, write a license poem. There are many different licenses available to people. Fishing license, driver’s license, license to plate, license to kill, and marriage license. Poem doesn’t have to be about the license, but it could mention a license, happen at a licensing office, or well, use your poetic license.
Here is the one I picked for this week:
For today’s prompt, write a license poem. There are many different licenses available to people. Fishing license, driver’s license, license to plate, license to kill, and marriage license. Poem doesn’t have to be about the license, but it could mention a license, happen at a licensing office, or well, use your poetic license.
Saturday, April 13, 2019
simplify simplify - Thoreau
When Thoreau writes, "simplify, simplify" in the second paragraph, he is recommending that people do as much as possible to reduce their lives down to only the necessities. Society today tells us that nothing is ever good enough and that more is better; Thoreau is telling us to challenge those standards.
Tell us what you do to simply for your life... but to make it not too simple write it in the form of an acrostic.
An acrostic poem is a type of poetry where the first, last or other letters in a line spell out a particular word or phrase. The most common and simple form of an acrostic poem is where the first letters of each line spell out the word or phrase. Be sure to capitalize the letters defining your acrostic so we can see it... example
A juicy fruit that
Pleases the eaters
Palette with crunch. A
Luxuriant treat for
Everyone to enjoy
Tell us what you do to simply for your life... but to make it not too simple write it in the form of an acrostic.
An acrostic poem is a type of poetry where the first, last or other letters in a line spell out a particular word or phrase. The most common and simple form of an acrostic poem is where the first letters of each line spell out the word or phrase. Be sure to capitalize the letters defining your acrostic so we can see it... example
A juicy fruit that
Pleases the eaters
Palette with crunch. A
Luxuriant treat for
Everyone to enjoy
Saturday, April 6, 2019
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Moving Day
Okay guys, we are moving this blog to WordPress. Hopefully, it will not be as difficult to comment on as Blogger. Here is the link for the new blog.
Poetry Prompts
This blog will stay in place as an archive of our old posts. I attempted to import them to Wordpress but all of the line breaks disappeared, making the result rather useless.
Poetry Prompts
This blog will stay in place as an archive of our old posts. I attempted to import them to Wordpress but all of the line breaks disappeared, making the result rather useless.
Sunday, March 24, 2019
Who Am I?
This week's prompt is from Tasha.
Who Am I? Write a poem about yourself, or if you prefer, someone else speaking as who he or she is. You might be looking in a mirror, or not...it's fun to speculate who I am depending...
Who Am I? Write a poem about yourself, or if you prefer, someone else speaking as who he or she is. You might be looking in a mirror, or not...it's fun to speculate who I am depending...
Sunday, March 17, 2019
Being an Art Form
This week's prompt is from Tad:
OK, something a little different. Here's a story I'm intrigued by. A medical secretary in Paris, for the past 20 years, has been asking famous photographers to photograph her, and she has created her own art project -- over a hundred portraits of herself, nude or clothed, by different well-known photographers.
If you want to read more about her, it's here.
But write a poem somehow inspired by her. Imagine being her, or photographing her, or fucking her, or think about what it means to turn yourself into an art form, or just tell her story. I know this is a little weird, but I am a little weird, and sometimes I like to shake things up a little. And although I've told people to fucking stop writing them, this woman who's been photographed over and over might work for a pantoum.
OK, something a little different. Here's a story I'm intrigued by. A medical secretary in Paris, for the past 20 years, has been asking famous photographers to photograph her, and she has created her own art project -- over a hundred portraits of herself, nude or clothed, by different well-known photographers.
If you want to read more about her, it's here.
But write a poem somehow inspired by her. Imagine being her, or photographing her, or fucking her, or think about what it means to turn yourself into an art form, or just tell her story. I know this is a little weird, but I am a little weird, and sometimes I like to shake things up a little. And although I've told people to fucking stop writing them, this woman who's been photographed over and over might work for a pantoum.
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