Dirty Thirty* Poetry Challenge Prompt Day 6:
Grab a map (or Google one…) and randomly select a place you have never been to. Write a poem about what it would be like visiting that place for the first time.
*The Dirty Thirty Challenge is a closed facebook group of poets, the fabulous facilitators are providing a prompt a day which I am mostly following along with.
A line I will never cross. Made real in the choices I do not make. I close my fingernails across the torn edges of the dreams I am too small to dream. Edge the distance across a laminated table top that says nothing when I ask. Leave the porch light on. I will find you there. I will find you. In every opened border. Every spilled somewhere, someday, somewhy. I will find you there. In black dots and red lines and a blue trail to lead the light. I will find you there. In the distances between then and now and here and who we might one day become. I will find you there. I will crack open the desk drawers. I will rewrite every page until the sand turns into sweat and the dust in your eyes turns into love. I will unscrew every nail. I will hammer every bolt. I will test every corner with the inside of my knee. I will build nests on the top shelves and hide crocheted blankets in the fold between the rest. I will draw new lines over the old and make a different kind of maybe. And in the end, I will find you there. I will find you there. I will find you there.
I will find you. In every map.
Another #thedirtythirty prompt. Day 5: Write about something you don’t usually write about and don’t use cliche poem words (love, fire, soul, heart, etc.)
Theme/topic wise, I really couldn’t figure out what I don’t write so instead I went with form. I almost always write very wordy dreamy ‘pretty’ type things.
So instead this staccato stream….
We swing shields
Rough edge meets
Eyes peel skin
Body coiled, and made ready
to change feet and find steady
Breath sucked still
Now hands tensed
the coming –
A poem using #thedirtythirty prompt for Day 4: Symmetrical poem (same number of syllables in each stanza) with a rhyming couplet in the middle about Starting Over.
Inspired by the weekly Historical European Martial Arts class (sword fighting) I attend every week with Adelaide Sword Academy.
The Song My Bathtub Sang For Me:
Your fingertips fold time
Seep into skin dreams
Weep open salt seams
An echo –
Caught, mid sentence
Knuckles bruised on memory
I capture you. You capture me.
Black rope, raw hope.
The curve of a mouth
Second chance offered
A risk –
We are blended and bended
In years unraveled
Shared paths traveled
You. I chose you.
Your fingertips fold time.
Today’s poem again inspired by ‘The Dirty Thirty Challenge’ daily prompt. Today’s prompt was a romantic love poem ending the poem with the same line you start with.
Bonus poem + mind chatter scribble inspired by the LARPing* event I took my 13year old to today:
The event was one of the fortnightly sessions run by the Southern Wilds LARP, an Adelaide based group. They have a come and try day coming up on Sunday 17th April if you are curious (it’s free). Details on their facebook group here.
I’m thinking I will join in too in future (though I can’t make the come and try day due to Manifold Portrait visit 3rd Sunday of every month).
*Live Action Role Play
Today’s poem inspired by a prompt from facebook poetry group ‘The Dirty Thirty Challenge’ – one poem a day for the thirty days of April.
Each day the facilitators of the group offer a prompt, today’s prompt was:
Grab the closest book on your shelf/desk/bed. Go to page 7.
Write down 5 words that stand out to you, and use at least 3 of those words in a poem
From page 7 of ‘Improvisation: The Guide’ by Lyn Pierse
The five words were: judged, panel, risk, crafted, spectators
The panel nests in song.
Their silence a gift.
crafted in eyes and sighs.
A risk forgiven.
A risk forgotten.
A risk, no more.
Image: Some mind chatter scribbles from my journal 01042016
April is ‘Poetry Month’ in American and Canada and quite a few people jump on the bandwagon here in Oz too. So I figured why not?
Returning to some work, creating some new things. Will share a poem a day here during April. This one started life in April 2013, I’ve used some of the ideas but given it a new skeleton and rewritten almost entirely this evening while sitting on the couch watching ‘Brother Bear’ with my smallest human.
A question mark in the shape of a stain
Shouldn’t be a question. Couldn’t be an answer.
A statement pile. To shift through. Lift through.
You are set adrift,
Empty ache. Hungry sorrow. Eyelid twitch
of a sleeping dog.
Who are we kidding?
He is red and smells like wet soap and socks
I forgot what you asked,
I was trying to answer.
Sheets of gyprock. Unfilled walls. Unspilled halls.
His silence –
Soaks into the carpet.
With my sinking knees.
Chandeliers on the end of my ears.
His pipe on the end of my nose.
Where does lost love go?
I am left.