Hi poets,
Welcome back to our small pond.
Sometimes I wonder when our pond will dry up and it’s tied to a core question. Does the well of creativity dry up? Can you run out of material to write? Not really. If you don’t limit yourself to writing about your own life story. I mean, we don’t really want to listen to the same story over and over, do we? So how do you ensure that you don’t run out of material? You’ll have to come up with stories. If you can fictionalise, the well will draw water from the ground in infinite cycles of precipitation. Poems are, of course, stories.
Since this is a wordle prompt, in our cycle, here are the words, one selected from each of the poems submitted to Barbara’s prompt last Thursday.
Hannah: green
Laura: wine
Jules: bloggers
Christopher: papers
Irene: vanilla
Marilyn: gin
Barbara: moles
Purpleinportland: stain
Poems have a speaker. The speaker is not the poet. However much one imagines it is the poet. Or perhaps it is the poet speaking. But something happens in the process of writing such that both individuality and otherness come into play.
To quote Czeslaw Milosz:
The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person,
for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,
and invisible guests come in and out at will.
It is possible to compare the poetic process to dreaming. In dreams, all sorts of absurdities are allowed, and the unconscious finds expression. The world is mutable. Who is this darker, other self that appears? What is the role of fantasy in your writing?
Seems to me that’s how a novelist like Haruki Murakami writes too. Playing on the duality of self and other.
Take these thoughts and write.
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Here is my story.
http://georgeplaceblog.wordpress.com/2014/09/10/forever-and-a-day/
I have already posted Wednesday so the poem for these eight words is finished and scheduled for a 5 AM, PDT post on Thursday. Singapore time that would be 8 PM on Thursday. Most everyone else is somewhere in between, though Hawaii is earlier by a bit than PDT. Then the International Date Line comes into play and everything becomes the next day.
http://northernwall.blogspot.com/
Got it, fast fingers.
You got The Changeling, not the other poem for this post.
For those who don’t understand that last, the International Date Line is the longitude on the globe where by agreement that the next day begins at local midnight for the first time on the planet. So if you are nearing midnight in Hawaii, it is already the next day in Singapore. Thus it is near 5PM now in Portland, OR and 2PM in Honolulu, HI but it is already near 8AM the next day in Singapore.
And ditto for Australia when it is 8a.m. in Singapore. perhaps the ‘bottom of the world’ is really the ‘top of the world’ given that it is ahead in time. 🙂
When it is 8a.m. in Singapore it is 10a.m. in Sydney, Australia.
You’re right Rosalyn. NZ is even earlier.
Yes, Samoa is the first to see the dawn.
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Thank you for sharing the words, Irene…I unfortunately didn’t read your entire post till after I wrote but here it is any way. 🙂
http://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2014/09/10/fire-works/
Going with flash fiction this time:
https://julesstorypageswhirl.wordpress.com/2014/09/11/q10-ww26-mmm71-5-errant-evil/
http://roslynrosssmallstones.blogspot.com/2014/09/hands-of-days.html
I have been travelling for a few weeks and not spending much time with poetry so nice to be back and inspired by interesting prompts.
It was a fun prompt.
This is my take a free verse:
http://imagery77.blogspot.com/2014/09/press-on-for-one-so-strong-willed.html
Hank
Good words to play with as usual. Here’s mine: http://coyotemercury.com/2014/09/11/the-night-of-october-23/
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If I’m late enough, nobody will notice I was even here
http://fredherring.wordpress.com/2014/09/12/an-alternate-reality-for-wordlewe/
Your work never gets ignored – whether I (always) understand it or not it is ever original and interesting.
I don’t always understand it myself when I go back and read it. Knew I had something going, just can’t figure out what it was.
I’m later yet. Har.
http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2014/09/12/a-puddle-from-everywhere-or/
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You spoke too soon, M. I’m later. Our lateness is so becoming. Get to reading tomorrow.
http://orangeisafruit.wordpress.com/2014/09/12/when-isis-blogs-a-poem/
Needed a boost today, and loved these words. Thank you!
http://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2014/09/12/to-a-mermaid-blogger-darkly/
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Here’s the poem I wrote for the wordle … and your presentation was very inspiring too. http://bastetandsekhmet.wordpress.com/2014/09/12/an-ode-to-bloggers-gone-september-12-2014/
Glad to have come along and found this site… Will be back ms pie