T.G.I.F. 10/04/19
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What this is:  A new prompt will be posted every Friday.  Everyone is welcome to participate in this thread at any time, no restrictions apply.  Don't overthink the prompts, just let loose and have a bit of fun.  Also, it might be a fun way to get to know some of our newbies who are still working up the nerve to try out out workshops.  

How it Works:   
1. Write a poem on the suggested topic using the form described.  (However, the prompt is more like guidelines, not a hard and fast rule.)
2. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread.
3. The goal is to have FUN!!!   Comments, kudos, and questions are welcome responses.

Friday, October 4, 2019

Topic: Grab the closest book.  Go to page 29.  Write down 10 words that catch your eye.  Use at least 7 of those words in a poem. 
(Bonus points if any of the words from the book appear at the end of a line.)

Form: any

Line Requirement:  let's say 7ish

If you have prompt suggestions, feel free to pm your ideas to Quix.  If every Friday is too often, we can tone it down to bi-monthly or even once a month.  Let's see how it goes.   Big Grin 
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
Book: Jane Eyre
Words: quite, conformity, remember, devoid, glimmered, silence, difficulty, watching, opaque, perused

I peruse these halls with difficulty
for the mind is a funny thing, opaque
with layers of New, like a shroud of silence
smothering what was.

I am trying to remember a dream.

It haunts my memory with glimmers,
like an old movie reel devoid of sound.
The context has warped and conformed
under the weight of dreams that came after.

I can no longer quite recall why it mattered.

if you find it at all suspicious that the “nearest book” just so happened to be my favorite, well, all I have to say is, yes, it is rather suspicious.  Big Grin  

I won’t say anything if your “nearest book” also mysteriously happens to be your favorite as well. Wink  
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
Book: Lines West
Words: Oriental, doubleheaded, consolidation, helper, road, engine, usher, pass, threads, reaches

Note: Only photo captions on this page


My Oriental helper, let us pass
upon this road of rippled silken threads,
your doubleheaded dragon which, alas,
prevents consolidation of our meds.
Corruption means destruction, for it reaches
deep into each attempt to regulate
commerce’s engine, which today’s news teaches
may usher ill designs, distrust, and hate.
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Not around a book, so I’ll flip to page 2 paragraph seven of the Amtrak customer safety instructions manual.

trap doors
Hand rails


Always on the tracks
Trips on trains become locks
Lacking degrees of freedom.

Forever forward.

Glimpse of release through windows
blur into opaque prison cells -
exit doors become a trap as
handrails deform into cuffs.

A knife minces across the cutting board –
tomorrow is scraped and trimmed.

Yesterday loosens then releases,
minutes crumbling off us like turning seeds.

A thick summer stalk
sliced lengthwise and covered –
tough scars are set to simmer.

Book: Vegetable Literacy by Deborah Madison.
Words: halve, mince, trim, loosen, releases, minutes, crumble, turning, stalk, slice, lengthwise, cover, tough, simmer.
Wow, Y’all!  I love how it didn’t matter what source book happened to be your inspiration, you were all able to pull some fantastic poems from the words you found.  Big Grin

@dukalien, I loved the line “upon this road of rippled silken threads” and that you were able to form it all from photo captions!

@Xlateralis, I am very impressed that you pulled your poem from a manual.  I especially enjoyed “exit doors become a trap as/ handrails deform into cuffs”

@Lizzie, a Lizzie poem!!! Big Grin. I enjoyed how your poem gave an ominous undertone to what is usually an innocent everyday task.  You pull symbolism and metaphor from the world around.

This thread is still open to anyone at any time.  There will be a different  prompt next Friday if this one didn’t capture your fancy.  Wink
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
@quixilated - It was a fun exercise.  Mentioning that my choice was from photo captions was not a brag but an excuse for the peculiar group of words (even "usher" was the name of the photographer).

Oddly, both @Xlateralus' and mine were taken from railroad publications ("Lines West" is a partly pictorial history of the [U.S.] Great Northern Railway).
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