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.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
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.
I won’t say anything if your “nearest book” also mysteriously happens to be your favorite as well.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
My Orientalhelper, 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.
10-06-2019, 01:49 AM (This post was last modified: 10-06-2019, 01:51 AM by Quixilated.)
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. .
@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!!! . 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.
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).
