Tuesday, April 11, 2017

National Poetry Month Day Eleven

Prompt:  Write a poem inspired by this line from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby:  “The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”  Extra credit, use at least five of these words from the novel—ravenous, melancholy, dissolve, resentment, ceaseless, menagerie, nebulous, scorn, sport, fool, parties, tender.


How Did Your Day Go?

The sky is blue, the sea is calm,
The beach ahead is smooth and gray.
A time to shake off melancholy,
Escaping the menagerie.

I ease around the rugged point.
I scorn the slow incoming tide,
Ignore the ceaseless hiss of stones,
Putting common sense aside.

I stroll along the narrowing sand.
I relish blissful time alone.
Then, ravenous, reverse my course,
Resentment and all outrage gone.

An exclamation breaks my lips.
The sea has swiped my exit out.
Steep crags on left, high surf on right,
A fool I am without a doubt.

The loneliest moment in one’s life
Is when they watch their world dissolve.
I don’t stare blankly at my fate
But strive to climb the cliffs above.

My tender fingers split and bleed.
Three times I tumble, nearly fall.
I fight my way through briar and brush
And finally scale the rugged wall.

It’s dark but I can see the glow
Of headlights on the road to town.
Yet no one gives a ride to tramps.
Sad and wise I trudge back home.

Monday, April 10, 2017

National Poetry Month Day Ten

Prompt:  On a piece of paper, quickly make a black dot. Write a 12 line poem in which each line is a description of what the dot could represent.  Don’t mention “dot” in the poem.

Clueless

It’s only a fleck,
A grain of sand.
I can barely see it from where I stand.
The size of a pill,
No, the size of a pea
And now it’s the size of a bumble bee.
This doesn’t
Make any sense at all
‘Cause now it’s the size of a golfing ball.
It see it growing before my eyes.
Why is this rock increasing in size?

And then it hit me.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

National Poetry Month Day Nine

Prompt:  Write a poem completely made up of dialog or an overheard conversation.  Extra credit—mention a recipe by name and/or the name of a saint.


Somewhere in Wyoming

Road trip day five.
Burger King somewhere in Wyoming.
Overheard from the next booth.

“I got this video to watch tonight.
Eddie get those fries out of your nose.
I’d seen it before
But it was on sale at Walmart.”

“Yeah we have that one.
I’ve watched it over and over,
And that is the STUPIDEST movie.”