Quite the Life (and all in Times New Roman 10pt!)
I mentioned back in Four pieces for a workshop I’m taking an online writing course. I’m sharing the exercises from that class in that post, Two Pieces for a Workshop, and in Four (Other) Pieces for a Workshop. This post is from the last class in that series. Here we were given “He stands naked in a ditch.” as a prompt and asked to create an atmospheric flash piece/tone poem from it.
I came up with the following 54 word piece.
I mentioned back in Four pieces for a workshop that I’m taking an online writing course and shared the requested exercises in that post and in Two Pieces for a Workshop. This time we were asked to 1) evoke emotion in two lines and 2) write about someone experiencing a strong emotion.
Evoke Emotion in Two Lines
Someone experiencing a strong emotion
My sister lost her grip on the inner tube I sat in. The current pulled me out, away from the dock. I was focused on my parents and their friends drinking, laughing, eying each others’ buttocks and bulges and breasts, deciding who would spend the night with whom.
Three More Poems
I’ve written previously that poetry is not a form I go to readily. Such is still the case. I’ve been toying with sharing some of my poetry on Facebook. There’s a few gifted poets there – they hit more than they miss – and I sometimes feel the need for comradery.
Let me know what you think of these.
Do Robins Remember?
Do robins remember
They were once
Tyrannosaurs?
Do bluejays watch
Scurrying beetles
And remember
Brontosaurs falling to the grass?
Do cardinals hopping from seed
To seed
Remember being
Raptors chasing down their prey?
Or do they not care,
Their days being what they are,
Only hoping that tomorrow there is
A little more
Because memories fade
And tomorrows never last
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Spiders, Cats, and Mice
Poetry is not a form I go to readily. Even so, my poetry’s won awards. Here are three I particularly like. Hope you enjoy.
Do Your Daughters Sing?
She hears her daughters
(who may some day eat her sons)
Sing
Eight-legged wonders
in a shroud of silk
Warmed by day
Cooled by night
They burst free
Fleeing her mischief
Spinning their own way
to distant eaves
Not even knowing her name
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Responding to @RealisticPoetry
In response to a Twitter request:
I have held women for one night
I have held women for one night,
no longer,
never loved
and loved them forever.
Held them so tight,
so breathlessly tight,
for fear they would let me go.
Walked one million miles to touch the sun
all the while surrounded by shadows,
fearing to feel that fire on my face
And wept, Jonah in the belly of my own whale.
I went to places
I went to places after you passed.
Places we walked
Needing to find you there.
Footprints in the sand,
Footprints in the snow.
A whisper of your words to me
explaining tides
Or a nod, another question
as we told each other stories about the tracks small animals made.
{We came from different worlds
and made them one.}
The Mouse
Tiny little paws
grasping at a seed
nibbling away
to fill her breasts
to feed her pups
to insure she is remembered
in mouse dreams
when the future becomes the past.