Go With the Flow ~ A Poetic Prompt
1. Using Google Maps,
or a paper map if you are old-school,
find the nearest river or stream.
2. If you are familiar with your nearest stream,
as you should be, disregard the above.
3. Travel to that body of water and stand on its bank.
4. Watch the water as it flows, staying before you as it passes.
5. Observe any object that may float in the current, leaving you behind.
6. In your mind, follow the path that object will take.
7. Observe all that is left in its wake,
where you will find your final destination,
words waiting to form on the page.
This is my response to Day 4 at napowrimo.net, where we are asked to write a poem in the form of a poetry prompt. With a screen name like rivrvlogr, of course mine would be about water.
Little More Than Words
I may write of the trials imposed by a pandemic
with words that speak of separation and isolation,
the trial of being removed from fellow man,
but there is no disparity for me these days.
My one connection here was carefully chosen.
Since moving to the mid-west, I have not
been a social animal, except through the convenience
of technology, this digital medium connecting
me to others with common interests, remotely.
Do I find safety in a distance I have known all along?
Separation from family is my one trial, a choice I made
when I made this move. There are no others,
and little else, to trouble me by separation.
I am held up by the love that brought me here.
And so, I read, and I write, sometimes about the distance
imposed by an invisible force that keeps people apart.
It may be hard to believe, but love already does that.
Anything else is little more than words.
Today is Day 25 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month. I took one look at the prompt at napowrimo.net and knew there was no way I would even (want) to try meeting it. For one thing, the prompt actually came from a poetry workshop, and it has more in bullet points than my typical poem has in words. Secondly, it’s based on a poem that reads like a book. It includes a reading that takes 34 minutes. Again, that’s more minutes than my typical poem has in words. In addition, it was clear that any response would likely be a narrative, and as I said recently, I’m usually not one for writing narrative poems. (Guess what? I ended up writing one, anyway.)
Instead of following the prompt, I’ve done further edits to a prose poem I’ve been working on for the past two weeks, the current draft being a conversion to stanzas. This is that draft.
Fade from Black
What then, when ink turns to grey
and the words that rest on the page,
once alive, begin to fade
and take with them thoughts
and emotions that kept us anchored here?
Will poetry continue to live in our minds?
This is my response to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #126, with the words rest, grey, ink, alive & here.
The Fate of Lost Words
Secrets do not celebrate,
but haunt a poetry embraced
for its desire to be open,
with a shared rhythm.
My Written Word
Thoughts seeking expression
through sticks of wax liberally
applied to uncharted paper.
Images, at first,
or, at least so they seemed,
until letters appeared.
With a little imagination,
words could be gleaned.
Managing space meant
a finer instrument,
carbon sticks wrapped in
wood, smudges of erasures
in evidence. Ink,
as confidence grew, until
letters on paper arose from
keystrokes, supplanted by
mere thoughts on a screen.
The prompt for Day 19 of National Poetry Writing Month/Global Poetry Writing Month from NaPoWriMo 2017 is to write a poem that recounts a creation myth.
Image source: freegreatpicture.com and openclipart.org (edited and layered)
More than Words
We would talk.
You would say she has my smile,
like it’s a good thing.
Did you know your eyes are like deep wells?
There is more to talking than mere words.
Speaking provides a sense.
I would reflect, then write.
There is more to my writing than mere words.
You recognize the warmth in it.
Talking brought us together.
Writing made it clear.
Speaking brought me here.
The five word prompts for The Secret Keepers Weekly Writing Challenge #67 are reflect, write, speak, smile and warm.