Apr '12
18
Today is day #18 in my poem-a-day extravaganza for April.
Over at Writers Digest (thanks to Mike Hopkins for the link) Robert Lee Brewer is offering a prompt each day for ideas for poems.
One suggestion was to write a 'mixed up' poem. This could be interpreted any way you want.
Here's where I went:
Trading places
If you were gazing at a blank page
while I was licking my bowl clean
what would you write?
If you doubted your own ability
while I dozed on my bed after a long walk
what would you do?
If you felt insecure
while I was gnawing a juicy marrow bone
how would you cope?
If you were wondering what was the point
while I was wagging my tail
what would you conclude?
If you asked yourself whether you could ever trust again,
while I waited for you to feed me,
what would you answer?
Over at Writers Digest (thanks to Mike Hopkins for the link) Robert Lee Brewer is offering a prompt each day for ideas for poems.
One suggestion was to write a 'mixed up' poem. This could be interpreted any way you want.
Here's where I went:
Trading places
If you were gazing at a blank page
while I was licking my bowl clean
what would you write?
If you doubted your own ability
while I dozed on my bed after a long walk
what would you do?
If you felt insecure
while I was gnawing a juicy marrow bone
how would you cope?
If you were wondering what was the point
while I was wagging my tail
what would you conclude?
If you asked yourself whether you could ever trust again,
while I waited for you to feed me,
what would you answer?
Ooh! That's a complex one. I like it. I think it might have moved into number 1 position for the month. Has your mind jumping around trying to reconcile conflicting positions. Especially the last triplet - gives me uncomfortable images of dementia. Must try one of these myself.
0 Trackbacks