I got a day behind - Easter Festivities!
For today’s prompt, write a poem describing a scene in which two or more people interact without speaking. Such moments happen every day. Some are happy; some are sad; and some are angry.
The look conveys
a single effect...
"I can't stand this."
Noticed only by the one
that stands in front
to make today the day
you'll decide, maybe,
"I want to be better."
Day Eight -
For today’s prompt, write a rejected poem. Despite some acceptances, many of my poems have been rejected for submission over the years–but that’s not quite what I mean by rejected poem. I’m more interested in poems that work the idea of rejection into the poem somehow. This could
take the form of a poet lamenting rejection, though also a rejected friend or student or whatever.
It doesn't rhyme
or have any reason,
the allusions run deep as the season
of Winter Blues and Gatsby's shoes,
winged tips of Angel hues
stirring coffee, listening to blues...
the weary, weary blues.
And the women, they come and go
to depraved for Michelangelo
Heads brought in on platters,
but what does it matter?
Drinking bitter beer,
wanting you near
a perplexing feeling, mottled by drear
striking fear, thou art lovely and queer
We have no room for you dear.
Maybe next year, in the pages of prose
your words will not simply come and go,
speaking of Michelangelo.