January 30, 2015 smallstone “Overheard”

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Today’s prompt: Eavesdrop on a conversation and write a poem including a direct quote or several lines from the conversation. The poem can be about the conversation or about an entirely different topic.

The daily struggle –
count the carbohydrates,
the sugars, salt and fats,
the Weight Watcher points
(now Points Plus, sounding
even more ominous.)
Count your steps with Fitbit,
check the computer, replace
one obsession with another.
Please, pretty please,
just leave me alone.
“Oh, and thank you for
reminding me about
the pound cake.”

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January 29, 2015 smallstone

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Today’s prompt: Write a poem in which each stanza contains no more than 140 characters. To keep with the Twitter theme, have each stanza be about a unique topic. For some reason, I found this prompt very difficult. Eventually I decided to look for events that have occurred on January 29, starting with National Puzzle Day, held on this date every year.

Crosswords, sudoku, anagrams,
jigsaws, mazes. Not just one
day, but many, many hours
in pursuit of elusive solutions.

What size is that dress? Do you ever age?
Where is Gayle today? Will you eat that cake?
Even on your birthday, Oprah,
questions abound.

Sleeping Beauty, forever the beautiful
blonde Aurora envisioned by
the animators, so alive
even in her sleep, unkissed.

Edward Lear, Sara Teasdale, Robert Frost
united in death, as in poetry.
The poems so different but
in the end, the poets the same.

January 28, 2015 smallstone

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Today’s prompt: Write an ekphrastic poem, a description of, or reaction to, a piece of art. This dovetails perfectly with Margo Roby’s Tuesday prompt, in which she posted a painting from this tumblr site: http://indgoblue.tumblr.com/post/103455566832 and asked us to respond to it.

Looking down on the parking lot
from my balcony, I see
the body of a girl, lying
prone, arms outstretched, white shirt
stark against the pavement.

Only later do I see
the feathers, questioning
my sanity at first,
looking again from another
angle and then a third.

Eventually, I spot him,
just staring – I think,
“Why doesn’t he help her?”
At last, I see that he
is the artist.

And she, wings and all,
his creation. What happens
when she stirs? When she
leaves, as I know she must?
What of the art remains?

January 27,2015 smallstone

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Today’s prompt: Find an article in the day’s newspaper and circle words in the article that are of interest to you. Use them in a poem that has nothing to do with the details of the article in which the words appeared. I selected the article, “Thousands Cheer for Pats at Super Bowl Sendoff in Boston” and used the words to write about something else that was going on in the Northeast at the same time.

Weatherman

With excited chatter,
the weatherman issues
forecasts of unbelievable
snow totals and blizzard-force winds.

In the ensuing calm, no
snowflakes in sight,
not a soul can support or
appreciate his past
accomplishments.

The embattled meteorologist
stands deflated and
alone.

January 26, 2015 smallstone

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iguana head

Today’s prompt: Start with an image that is very large and throughout the poem have the image become smaller. This poem goes right from very large to much smaller.

Dreaming of dinosaurs
while pacing the patio –
cat spies a gecko
and pounces, mouth wide.

Now only the tail
betrays his presence
in those clamped jaws.

January 25, 2015 smallstone “Worry”

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Today’s prompt: Choose an abstract word and write a poem about it using only concrete images

Worry

The second hand sweeps the face so slowly.
She pulls out the cell phone to check the time again,
and then again.
The phone back in the purse, a purse so disordered
that it needs to be cleaned – right now!
Pulling out old receipts, used Kleenex, stray
mints, empty packs of gum.
Consolidate, organize, discard, and still
the seconds creep along.
The cell phone again – a game of
Candy Crush, her concentration broken
by random thoughts, specific fears.
Looking up, she shivers
to see the doctor approach.

January 24, 2105 smallstone “Twins”

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Today’s prompt: Write a poem about twins (two of something or two similar events) where the first and last lines are the same. I thought about pairs of objects and eventually remembered the two lions guarding the entrance to the New York Public Library. A bit of research led me to the information that the are known as Patience and Fortitude.

With Patience and Fortitude,
twin statues of marble
wait together in stillness
as city life passes by.

In ancient times, lions of stone
stood guard over royalty
and palaces, but here
they mark the sacred spot,
a tradition of knowledge
stretching back over time,
protecting infinite treasures
with Patience and Fortitude.