Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Monday, March 28, 2022
Saturday, March 26, 2022
Monday, March 21, 2022
Hello everyone, this time our list comes from a man who requires no introduction, Leonard Cohen. Specifically, this list is taken from his songs. At some point I plan to make a list taken from his poetry as well.
Please use at least 3 of the 20 words in an original poem of any length or style except haiku or haibun. There are other venues for those. Then link, visit others, and enjoy. This prompt stays "live" through Friday.
Saturday, March 19, 2022
I stood on my head for years
and grew glass skin
to keep myself contained.
I stood on the sky
and wept on the ground.
All my birds died of thirst.
I let go and fell up,
became an ocean in all directions
carrying a second sky on my back.
"It's dangerous!" someone screamed
from the shore, but I could hardly hear them
over the wild rush, and shattering roar.
for Sunday Muse #203.
Tuesday, March 15, 2022
Dig the butterscotch factory windows,
the glittery silver mercury pulse of industry!
by the coastal shores of Nice
or a blue streamer above the brim of the shining world.
Monday, March 14, 2022
In the course of everyday life, we all have those days that stand out, and stay with us. One of those, for me, was a Sunday spent at a friend's house when I was in my early 20's. I was nosing through their record collection and ended up borrowing two--It's A Beautiful Day by the west coast band of the same name, and For The Roses by Joni Mitchell. I already had Miles Of Aisles and loved it, but it was this new one (to me) that really made me a fan for life.
She's gone through many iterations, from folkie to jazz, but always her music is original, catchy, and intelligent. From That Song About The Midway to Two Gray Rooms, her music moves me and becomes part of my life.
Here are 20 words taken from a selection of her songs from different eras. Please use at least three of them in an original poem, then link up, visit, and enjoy. Last week's fun aside, please refrain from haiku or haibun; there are other venues for those. Thanks! Prompt stays "live" through Friday. (Word list is located after the linky.)
Sunday, March 13, 2022
behind the glass, shifting,
with you each time you step.
but with the door open
the thing you longed for
for Sunday Muse 202.
Friday, March 11, 2022
Tuesday, March 8, 2022
On the set of the submarine movie, famous actress Natasha Krinkova is having an argument with the director. He says the other actors have complained about her three pet porcupines, Fremont, Lodi, and Malibu, who accompany Ms. Krinkova everywhere, including the cramped quarters of this undersea adventure epic.
Monday, March 7, 2022
This week's word list is taken from the volume Forty Stories by post-modernist story writer Donald Barthelme. He was an odd duck, and so I naturally love him. When I was just a teenager and eager to get away from my relatives on a family trip to Denver, I went bowling and then to the book store, showing, I think, an admirable knack for prioritizing.
In that book store, I found a paperback collection entitled Unspeakable Practices, Unnatural Acts written by guess-who. The stories were all set in the present, with normal characters like husbands and wives, employees, and so on, but the situations they found themselves in, and/or their reactions to same were skewed, impossible, and often howlingly funny. My eldest brother, whose taste runs to thrillers and Harry Potter, declared that I had wasted my money, further endearing Barthelme and his odd characters to me. (On a subsequent visit to Denver I bought my first Grateful Dead recording. That time, no one was there to pan my selection. Whee!)
The story I remember best from that first (for me) Barthelme collection was one about a man who felt he wasn't climbing the corporate ladder very expeditiously, and so to show his will and determination he became a Human Fly and began climbing a skyscraper using bathroom plungers to stick him to the glass sides of the building as friends and acquaintances shouted encouragement along the lines of "asshole!" Gosh knows why all that resonated for me. As the years have gone by, I have continued to love both Barthelme and the Dead. A friend of the devil is a friend of mine, or something like that.