remember the sound of your voice
reading my poem to the class
here something happens
poetry is making something happen
don’t be content with just words
make them leap off the page
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dVerse prompt to write about or to a favorite poet. I visited Madison, Minnesota a few weeks ago and went to the little house where Robert Bly wrote and it contains much of his library.
Start with a word
not just any word
Word moist with truth
revealing my truth
Truth hard to find
seek til you find
Find its purpose
aware of purpose
Purpose to write
so hope to write
Write now
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NaPoWriMo Day 30 prompt to give directions. I hope this will help me keep writing after today.
my words travel
out into a void of hearing
wanting to stop the flow
to see if you are listening
I do that all the time
just stop in mid-sentence
or in a poem when
suddenly the words stop
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NaPoWriMo prompt for day 27. My choice
Words move over the page
back and forth
no reason or destination
hoping to see a site
pick up friends
trying not to be seen
don’t honk the horn
when you’re done
just ditch it
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Joywriting is a chapter in Susan G. Woodbridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life With Words, a NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 18.
Joyriding is a term used for car theft that involves just driving around until it runs out of gas.
No justice No peace
No bacon No grease
No money No police
No food No obese
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NaPoWriMo prompt for the tumbling rhyme. Current events manifesting a
Danaides
condemned to severe punishment in hell
compelled to fill with water
a vessel full of holes
water runs out as soon as poured in
their labor was infinite
punishment eternal
Sisyphus
tried to cheat death
carries a perpetual boulder
up the hill to see it roll back down again
Now the multiverse
peering into the unseen
universe beyond universe
endless explanations
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NaPiWriMo Day 12 prompt on past and future based on two dictionaries Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction
“I’m quite illiterate, but I read a lot.” Holden Caulfield
Kindle me
to sleep at night
with words of escape
imprison me
send me from cell to cell
with your chapters
packed full of defeats
and promises
each character a splice
of an unfolding humanity
This being human is more than I expected
not a turnip rooted dramatically where seeded
my mobility’s extra push is get up and go
walk in the forest
hike a mountain
swim in the ocean
pray
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dVerse prompt on Rumi’s This being human is…..
Truth to rule in times of riot
that is poetry
to find a line bold yet not
making all words dance
swirling images
fluttering gutted like fish
die on the pages
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dVerse prompt to write a seguidilla— messed up the scheme but committed to the change
“The clear vowels rise like balloons.” Sylvia Plath
Deeper are the diphthongs
So bound
Neither the o or the u can rise
In their own sound
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dVerse prompt taking the end of a poem (in this case Plath’s last line of her poem Morning Song) and using it to make a beginning. My mind went to diphthongs and how the vowels no longer make their own sound. Sylvia Plath was such a great writer but so bound. This poem makes me want to cry.
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