Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Road Trip Blip

Behind us, superfluous
feral cats yowl, owls
hoot, trains maintain
distance resistance,
drivers in the fast lane complain.

[This is an Echo Verse poem.]

Photo of Car on Road by Ben C
Admire the View, Crew

Today is our second Two-for-Tuesday prompt day. Pick one prompt for your poem today, or write a poem for each prompt, or write one poem that works with both. Today’s prompts are:
  1. Write a form poem (here’s a list of 100 poetic forms for reference), and/or…
  2. Write an anti-form poem.

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Friday, November 8, 2019

Oh, Fedora

I adored your
soft, wide brim
& indented crown,
your heat-pressed
your playboy
your one-

But that
was then.
Now, I’ve learned
to wear
my hair

Photo of Fedora by Peter Suneson
I Still Wear You Once in a While

For today’s prompt, pick an article of clothing, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. It could be as general as “Ankle-cut Socks” or “Bell-bottoms.” Or get more specific like “My Bearcats Hoodie” or “Reebok Pump High Top Shoes.”

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Wednesday, November 6, 2019

For Good Measure

When you nick-
named her
she built a secret
pleasure dome 
comprised of
and a whispering
walkway to sustain
hymns & mantras
she chants
to soothe herself.
She no longer takes it
that you friend-
zoned her
for life; she's been left
content, detained
in her self-made
on Earth.

Photo of the Pantheon by Paul Duvall
She's Become the Light

Today is our first Two-for-Tuesday prompt day. Pick one prompt for your poem today, or write a poem for each prompt, or write one poem that works with both. Today’s prompts are:
  1. Write a pleasure poem, and/or…
  2. Write a displeasure poem.
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Monday, November 4, 2019

One Nightstand

Hidden inside these walnut-
finished solid oak
drawers, guarded by half-
moon pulls,
live remnants
from another life-
time when you & I braved a night
together like a dovetail joint,
confessed our affection
under a single streetlight
     at Taylor & John.

But the next day
you torqued my slides
& sent me off track
when you decided
we were misaligned
     & you moved on.

Photo of Nightstand by Tracy Olson
My Nightstand is Nothing Special (to You)

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Night (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Night Hawk,” “Night Rider,” “Night and Day,” “Night Watchman,” or even “Nightmare.”

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Sunday, November 3, 2019

Granny’s Special Surprise

For my birthday, she brandished 
one long, bony finger,
summoned me in-
          side, sidled be-
          side my hungry
slathered my platter
with exceptional brownies,
crafted under super-
          vised care
of knobby knuckles
& one loose stringy
gray hair. Her smile revealed
one tooth had gone missing,
dotted out by a smear
of chocolate frosted inking.
She nodded & asked,
“How do you like them, dear?
Do you feel funny?”
I confessed I’d never
been a consumer
of nature’s sedatives
or potions.
She said, “Silly, that’s not
what I meant. These goodies
were assembled
with some of my friends
who couldn’t escape,
so I stirred them right in.
For your birthday all year,
remember this adage of three—
     see no weevils,
     hear no weevils,
     speak no weevils—
because they’ve departed,
gifting you with pure
protein & a message
from beyond."

Live life to the fullest
even if that means
hiding undercover
in somebody’s
cupboard in a sack
of flour—cowpea,
granary, or rice.
Pick your poison,
for the fate
of our family tree
that no matter your vice,
you’ll never live twice.

Photo of brownies by diamondjoy
Granny's Special-Ingredient Brownies

For today’s prompt, write a poem of threes. Your poem could be about the number three or feature three of something, for sure, but it could also do some other things. For instance, your poem could be composed of tercets (or three-line stanzas), have three syllables per line, or be a three-line poem (like a haiku or lune). Or write about tricycles or triangles or any number (though mostly the number three) of other plays on three.
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Saturday, November 2, 2019

A Letter to My Other Half

Why can’t we
ever agree?
I say yes.
You say no.
I say A.
You say Z.
Some call us
but we’re a perfect
You’re the heater
to my cold hands,
the push
to my pause,
the miracle cream
to my wrinkles,
the pen
to my pad.
When we’re
old & senile,
I suppose
we’ll see
all along we agreed
on everything
A & Z.

Photo of Wolf Pack by Quapaw from FreeImages
We Make the Perfect Pack

For today’s prompt, write an alpha poem. Of course, you could write a poem about an alpha male or alpha female (or some other play on alpha this or that). Or you can move into the realm of an alphabet poem–focusing on all 26 letters or just one (or a pair).

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Friday, November 1, 2019

Death of the Old Self

Once upon a time,
she hitchhiked toward bright,
scampered with Buddhas
& gods
because she didn’t fit in-
anyone else’s box
                    (or mind).
She drifted like ash,
disembodied thoughts
with nowhere to go
but to the fiery bottom
of burned timber,
                     & stone.
Now the dented base
of her metal urn rests
on a mantel
     & she wonders
(how she made that mistake)
     if there’s anyone
     and how she ever
    allowed herself
to snuff out
her own

Photo of Clay Vessel in Garden by Michael & Christa Richert
Spill My Ashes in the Garden Instead

For today’s prompt, write a once upon a time poem. The title of the poem could be “Once Upon a Time,” or the first words could be. Or you could do what I did in my attempt below: I pretended the words “once upon a time” preceded the first line of my poem.
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