This poem was inspired by a detail in James Proudfoot’s painting, Sun on a House, Dieppe. Margo Roby’s Tuesday prompt asked us to focus on a single detail and create a poem around it.
Meet me behind the old stucco house,
glowing gold in the late morning sun.
Run quickly through the patches of sun
between houses. Let’s linger a while
in the shadows, tasting the air
as we move toward our release,
hurry when we get to the crest of the
hill and rush down to the sand, the
tiny cerulean waves lapping the shore
(c) Perth & Kinross Council; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation
This poem is in response to a prompt at Pink. Girl. Ink. posted by Stacy Lynn Mar.
“This is another guided poem. You simply read the rules and follow them. Once you complete them all, you should have a rather interesting little poem about Summer!”
While fireflies rise in the
warm summer evening, we
focus on distant lightning and
In gathering darkness, a
whisper of wings overhead
a steady flight path through unseen clouds
as bats join us in the soiree.
Drowsy memories of afternoon
breezes rustling the daylilies —
hemerocallis — daytime beauties,
each blossom lasting only
a single day, dying
with the transition from cerulean
to cobalt to inky blue-black.
The prompt from the Found Poetry Review, May 16, 2015 was to “ select words and phrases from any graduation speech and write a poem repurposing your found language.”
sum of all knowledge
the last word — not
even the point
past all the evidence,
the extravagant excesses
a handful of rice
scar tissue, questions,
rules, reserves, rage
sleeping in the shade
of your future
(Source text: Barbara Kingsolver. 2008 Commencement Address, Duke University in Durham, NC)