Have you been writing poems? Reading poems? That’s what you do right? Maybe we also count lines or syllables or stresses or whatever so as to get the rhythm and form right. Poems are breath too. They are form. They carry meaning and often the meaning is so subtle that you don’t know what hit you till it hit you. Often the meaning is conveyed through a startling image. For example in a Mark Strand poem, you read about the persona seeing a man in black cape and black boots and fingers embellished by twinkling rings and when the person tried to offer his or her hand which black man did not take, he or she “felt like a fool and stood in his black wake,/shaken and small, and my tears/swung back and forth in the sultry air like chandeliers”. The affective part.
Prompt 63: The prompt is to write a poem about reading a poem. Presumably you read a poem and it is affecting in some way. You’ve had that experience, haven’t you, and so now you’re to write about it. Preferably write a beautiful poem about it. Try to locate that beauty in the reading. The affective part. Or how the persona in the poem is affected by someone or something. The beauty of poetry is in the transaction of feeling between the poet and the reader after all. That’s where its value lies. That’s what being human is about. You don’t need to reveal the poem unless you want to. We’re terribly cryptic people, poets, aren’t we? 😉 I think it’s because as humans, we are deeply complex and layered and only poetry can convey that.
Prompt 64: Hey Happy Thanksgiving! So guess what (no surprise), write about giving thanks, the beautiful moon, in no particular order. Or what you ate during Thanksgiving dinner.
Prompt 65: Grief comes unexpectedly. It’s there like a part of your identity. In fact if you want to ID someone, like a chop on your hand that will show up in special light, you’d see where the patches of grief are, that will help identify your being. We grieve for dead animals, people, whatever. They enter us through grief and it’s as if these memories are what make us see their beauty. Loss hence beauty. That’s your prompt.
Prompt 66: Hiya, write about the beauty of fiction. Someone wrote in his blog: First breakfast then mythologize about breakfast. Something like that. By definition fiction isn’t truth. Yet it is truth-telling. There’s a kind of beauty in that, isn’t it? I just woke up from a hot nap. The kettle whistled. The cat planked on the mat. Whatever. Make up something.
Prompt 67: This time round, you should draw inspiration from a nude. What? Well you know, nude statues. They’re plenty of them around. Venus is nude right? So is Narcissus. The statue of David by Michelangelo is nude. Lady Godiva is nude. Nudity is beauty. If you’re not into literal nudes, then you can write about nudity as metaphor. In fact your poem about a nude can be so covered up that nudity becomes just a sort of craving.
Prompt 68: Write a poem about fish. It could be culinary, or a gastronomic experience eating a specific fish such as herring, or mackerel, or you could go all fishy and make up a story and turn a fish into a character. You could write about fishing. I’m one of those people who watch fishing documentaries with avid interest. Or be inspired by this quote by Henry David Thoreau: “Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.” Thank God for fish.