I grew up in the 60’s along with the Beatles. I was 11 years old when they made their debut on the Ed Sullivan show. I followed them faithfully. In 1971 John Lennon introduced “imagine”. Funny, today I can’t imagine why I ever liked the song. Who wants to imagine there is no heaven? Really, is this as good as it gets, and its all up to us? Look how long we’ve been at it?
Now, it is funny how words are so hard to shake. When I woke up from my nightmare, I saw through different eyes and heard a different song, albeit the same words, “You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.”
Now I can sing “I can only imagine”. I want every dream to outlast my every night. I say, “If you’re a dreamer, come in.
dversepoets.com prosery! Up to 144 words without the title. Incorporate a line from a poem into fiction, non-fiction or flash fiction prose. The poem is “the invitation by Shel Silverstein, (one of my favorite poets). The line is “If you are a dreamer, come in.”
This is non-fiction, and most of you tolerate me. I still like many Beatle songs. This is exactly 144 words.
I spy this body of mine And ask “Why now do you speak? Were you not content for many years?
Knees and shoulders carried me without complaint Eyes led me Ears informed me Hips served me as I brought forth children Now you complain Did I not praise you well enough?
Oh well, someone counts even the hairs of my head Living strands won’t hurt me, but die silent Superfluous, then sparse, only changing hue
If the silent are cared for, how much the noisome? We all would age better without your whining
dversepoets.com prompt. “Write a poem about the body parts (e.g. eyes, hands, feet) as a metaphor and/or story. It doesn’t have to be about your body or family’s history (from the first person experience), if this makes it uncomforable for you. You can write about the body’s experience of someone else (from a third person narrative perspective). You create the mood – serious, or sad or sexy, or funny or filled with nostalgia.”
I laughed at you But I was deaf as you were timid I heard not your tears I knew not I was pounding nails Over your head Now that I’m here You cannot hear Six senses aren’t enough For remorse I cannot say where I am Cause no one hears From either side All I can do is nothing
Napowrimo.net Day 8 Write a poem in the form of a monologue of a dead person. Not a famous person, but an acquaintance, or relative or anyone from your past.
The imagined monologue of a boy in my high school class who fell off a roof he was shingling and passed away about five years later. I knew very little about him then. Only that he was working his trade.
Spring Wings Nestle While babes sleep Tiptoe lightly by Shells break in dawn, with hunger cries Mother’s ear is keen, she provides Predators disguise Wait in patience still In due time Strong wings Soar By
Napowrimo.net day 7. “The Fib is a six-line form. But now, the syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backwards after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1.
Dversepoets.com an interesting prompt. Lisa gives us a choice of 3. Thank God for choices. Pick someone else’s poem and write an opposite version. Pick one of my poems and write an opposite, or (my choice)
“Another way to explore diverging connections between things in poetry is through the Diamante form. It’s got a simple structure:
Line 1: Noun or subject Line 2: Two Adjectives describing the first noun/subject Line 3: Three -ing words describing the first noun/subject Line 4: Four words: two about the first noun/subject, two about the antonym/synonym Line 5: Three -ing words about the antonym/synonym Line 6: Two adjectives describing the antonym/synonym Line 7: Antonym/synonym for the subject”
Obsidian shines smooth Wedges of fire and ash Ice over quickly from Infamous squalor to beauty Crimson blood I recall (only in my mind) Tainted with spit and gall Tormented and loathed yet Obedient and staid Effortless now I breathe Angst dissipates Perfect peace I wear as jewels around my neck
napowrimo.net day 5. I used the poem Pennsylvania (link below). Perfect poem for cooling the burn within me today. This prompt challenges you to find a poem, and then write a new poem that has the shape of the original, and in which every line starts with the first letter of the corresponding line in the original poem. If I used Roethke’s poem as my model, for example, the first line would start with “I,” the second line with “W,” and the third line with “A.” And I would try to make all my lines neither super-short nor overlong, but have about ten syllables. I would also have my poem take the form of four, seven-line stanzas. I have found this prompt particularly inspiring when I use a base poem that mixes long and short lines, or stanzas of different lengths. Any poem will do as a jumping-off point, but if you’re having trouble finding one, perhaps you might consider Mary Szybist’s “We Think We Do Not Have Medieval Eyes” or for something shorter, Natalie Shapero’s “Pennsylvania.”