Creeker
I wanted to be
a family man, me,
but my heart
that broken part
got all crumpled up
like a map in a glovebox
of a rusty old truck.
Challenge
Pick a word or phrase with fifteen letters, and use it to write a 15-word acrostic poem. (one word per line)
It can be about anything, but it'll be more impressive if you can get the words to read like a full sentence. Feel-free-to-cheat-with-hyphens.
Challenge
A different type of challenge -see description but don't forget to tag me
Find a quote from anyone, past or present. Write a four-line stanza relating to the quote, then place the quote underneath the stanza. I will start it off and again ... tag me Danceinsilence
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Imagination...
grabbed us
by the throat
and choked
reality out...
Claude Kipnis: ”And so it goes. Meanings, actions, and identities evolve in the space between the actor and the acted upon, the grabber and the grabbed, between the real and the imaginary.” (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/796077.The_Mime_Book)
Challenge
Imagist/Minimalist poetry awakens our senses.
I invite you to write a short poem, using as few words as possible to describe a smell, a sound, or a taste. William Carlos Williams’ Red Wheelbarrow is a good example.
75 reads
Challenge
Imagist/Minimalist poetry awakens our senses.
I invite you to write a short poem, using as few words as possible to describe a smell, a sound, or a taste. William Carlos Williams’ Red Wheelbarrow is a good example.
94 reads
Challenge
Imagist/Minimalist poetry awakens our senses.
I invite you to write a short poem, using as few words as possible to describe a smell, a sound, or a taste. William Carlos Williams’ Red Wheelbarrow is a good example.
118 reads
Challenge
Imagist/Minimalist poetry awakens our senses.
I invite you to write a short poem, using as few words as possible to describe a smell, a sound, or a taste. William Carlos Williams’ Red Wheelbarrow is a good example.
156 reads
Challenge
Imagist/Minimalist poetry awakens our senses.
I invite you to write a short poem, using as few words as possible to describe a smell, a sound, or a taste. William Carlos Williams’ Red Wheelbarrow is a good example.
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Smoke
Sleep doesn’t come.
I somehow feel your purple, acid-washed tee against my skin
My bare legs against your thread bare comforter, wrapping around your waist
I somehow hear your shallow breath that you can rarely catch
I wonder if I rolled over and woke you
I wonder if your fingers curled on my waist and your eyes hit my own
I wonder if I hadn’t held back
And I wonder why I ever wondered.