Thursday, April 16, 2020

Writing Prompt, Day 17

Write a poem with the word "love" hidden inside it. "Love" could be hidden inside a single word, like "glove," or within two words, like "palo verde."

Have fun!

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Writing Prompt, Day 16

Write a poem where the last word of the first line begins with the first letter of your name, and the last word of the second line begins with the second letter of your name until you have spelled out your first and/or your last name.

A Survey of Sidewalk Chalk in Five Kilometers and Seven Stanzas, by Ed Kline


A Survey of Sidewalk Chalk in Five Kilometers and Seven Stanzas
April 15, 2020

a sunflower in pink and blue
blossoms from a sewer grate
at the intersection of 43rd and Taylor;

a blue shark, teeth bared,
lurks nearby, blithely oblivious
to the lack of water.

one message tells me i’m
Pandemicing like a boss
and another reminds me

Kindness is Contagious, so i
smile beneath my mask at fellow
walkers as we stay six feet apart.

yellow, green, orange, and blue
easter eggs litter a driveway,
fading after a few days’ play.

hopscotch boards abound, from
one to forty-two, interrupted with
spins and jumps and downward dogs.

a pair of mosaiced hearts
intertwine, a chalk-art hug
in lieu of a human embrace.

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Writing Prompt , Day 15

Make a list of 7-10 things you've seen in the last 24 hours. Try to use all of them in a poem.

Poop on the Sidewalk, by Brayden Thomas

Fresh shoes
Sharp suit
New cut
Best dressed

Then there's a poop on the sidewalk

Smelly shoes
Sharp suit
New cut
Best dressed

Then there's mustard on the sandwich

Smelly shoes
Yellow suit
New cut
Best dressed

Then there's a flame from the heater

Smelly shoes
Yellow suit
Burnt hair
Best dressed

So now you're cautious... 

But then there's a man in need

Black socks
White undershirt
Burnt hair
Barely dressed
Change heart

And a man with
Smelly fresh shoes
A yellow sharp suit
The same haircut
And the best pieces of clothing he's had in his life

All because there's a poop on the sidewalk

I See Nothing, by Brayden Thomas


A red shining car
A pink boxy house

Inside there's a cat
chasing a mouse

A silver rocking horse
A black dusky moon

We, the people,
look like such fools

A green painted sky
An orange colored tortoise

The mouse and the cat
didn't even notice

A purple shining sun
A brown colored flower

We, the people,
must stop letting color determine power

A big yellow rock
A bright blue chair

The mouse and the cat
don't even care

A cleansing white fire
A neon green shelf

We, the people,
need to get over ourselves.

[A day that is supposedly unlike any other], by Savannah Richmond-Breeding


A day that is supposedly unlike any other 
Can easily be summed up like any other

Easter
Either a day to celebrate a savior OR
A day for spoiled children to get high of cheap bunny-shaped chocolate

Or it can be both. 
Wake up. Church. Home. Breakfast. 
Watch little kids search in earnest. Watch older, greedier kids search in lust.
Dinner. Children fight. Resolve. Bed.

It is a day of tradition nonetheless.
Each decision easily predicted the day before.
The tradition lies not in the celebration or even the day itself

The tradition is to give a day like any other some sort of extraordinary quality
Some excuse to believe that there is meaning to life

When all it truly is is a day like any other.

In My Closet, by Ed Kline


In My Closet
(a pair of septolets)
April 14, 2020

a stack of
khakis
sits on
the shelf

two dozen
flannel button-downs
hang neatly

the Cons line up,
two pairs
per week,

waiting for
a distant
school day.

Monday, April 13, 2020

Writing Prompt, Day 14

Today's prompt is built around form rather than content. Try writing a septolet (sep-toe-lay) today.

Here are the rules for a septolet:
1) A TOTAL of 14 words in 7 lines.
2) No one can have more than 3 words.
3) The poem should focus on a single subject, object, thought, or feeling.
4) The first for lines should be a single thought.
5) The last three lines should be a second thought. (You may add a stanza break between lines 4 and 5, if you wish).

I'm going to try to pair two septolets, for a total of 4 thoughts, 28 words, and 14 lines. Sounds tough.

Luck Poem, by Lillian Lawrence


April 13, 2020
 
Clovers and horseshoes are given high praise,
Rabbit feet and pennies too. 

But what ever happened to the straw?
Not the physical plastic kind that clogs up the ocean,
But the kind that decides fate. 

Some straws are long, 
And some are short. 
Some straws contain vibrant hues
And some have dull beiges. 
Some straws hold stripes 
And some merely dots.
Some straws have loops
And some are just straight. 

Fate has been long-thought to be decided by
Animal paws, 
Backyard plants,
Even the simple coin. 

But whatever happened to the straw?
Leaving fate up to a little game of chance,
Banking on a friend’s misfortune,
Hoping that you might escape the clutches of the shortest among them. 

One risks it all for the simple straw.