Unfortunately, this is my last poem for this month. I’ve recently been really annoyed at the mistreatment of women in our society, which for some reason still exists in the 21st century, and so this is kind of just a splurge of all my thoughts.
The new poems will be based on the Savannah Brown prompts which she gave in the description her write with me video. If you’d like to check them out they’re here.
The first prompt is:
Listen to the quiet voice
When Time fades, and the clocks melt away,
I want to be right where I am now,
not beside another name, place or day.
together but alone, is how it’s best,
together is where we shall be,
isolated from the rest.
this feeling is our home,
that we have built from the ground up,
the foundations run smoothly,
even if they took long to put up.
within this house is where we shall remain,
listening to the quiet of our voices,
sheltered from all the rain.
This poem was written as part of National Novel Writing Month 2017 [Day 9, Poem #3]
WRITING EXERCISE #83
Today, one of my toddler daughters had the end of a stick in her mouth. I said, “Stop eating that stick! We don’t eat sticks, silly!” and my 4-year old daughter said, “Yeah, Lulu. If you eat sticks, you will get old.”
So let’s riff off that. Write a poem built out of four (or however many) cinquains that tell the story of someone getting old. Make sure one of the things that made them old was something they ate. Something they saw. Something they heard. Something they felt. A fragrance. Have the first line be the person’s name. If you want each cinquain to be about a different person, cool. Oh, and if you forgot what a cinquain was, here’s the format:
line 1 – 2 syllables
line 2 – 4 syllables
line 3 – 6 syllables
line 4 – 8 syllables
line 5 – 2 syllables
Sign here, sigh there,
Wear and tear of the town,
causes tearing of hair, baby
that standing up has come,
Standing on your own two cold feet,
good bye —
the Muffin Man,
hungry as I run to
Drury Lane, a girl or
a boy or something else holds me,
isn’t what it
was, I can’t run,
but I can sleep now forever,
This was written as part of National Novel Writing Month 2017, [Day 2, Writing Prompt #83]