Dear Wednesday,
‘Unused creativity is dangerous.’ Something to ponder…
Love,
Kevin
(9 April 2014)
Dear Wednesday,
‘Unused creativity is dangerous.’ Something to ponder…
Love,
Kevin
(9 April 2014)
Today’s prompt: take any random song playlist (from your iPod, CD player, favorite radio station, Pandora or Spotify, etc.) and use the next five song titles on that randomized list in a poem.
Dear Tuesday,
I swear, you had me fooled. I kept thinking you were Wednesday. Next time, don’t be afraid to be yourself…
Love,
Kevin
(8 April 2014)
Today’s prompt: was to re-write a famous poem, ‘giving it our own spin.’ Not being particularly familiar with ‘famous’ poetry—I rarely read poetry, actually—I gravitated towards song lyrics, selecting David Sylvian’s lyrics to the song ‘Ghosts’, from Japan’s Tin Drum album. But then I decided that I really couldn’t do that to David Sylvian, so I looked for a few other prompts. I went with one of LitBridge’s Creative Writing Prompts for Poetry—number nine, to be specific:
Find an unpublished poem that you haven’t looked at in years. Randomly choose three lines from the poem. Write a completely different [poem] using those lines.
Dear Monday,
Well… That’s all. Just…well…
Love,
Kevin
(7 April 2014)
Today’s prompt: I didn’t like today’s prompt. Actually, I didn’t like any of the prompts I encountered today, until I got to the Writer’s Digest site, and the prompt for Day 7 of their PAD Challenge: write a self-portrait poem.
Dear Sunday,
Sleepy day today. Sleepy…
Love,
Kevin
(6 April 2014)
Today’s prompt: I didn’t like today’s prompt, so I went in search of another one. I decided to go with the sixth prompt listed in Kelli Russell Agodon’s 30 Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month: Write a poem in two sections about two completely different things. Have the title link both items in a surprising way.
Dear Saturday,
Did it really have to be this way, Saturday? Did it?
Love,
Kevin
(5 April 2014)
Today’s prompt: write a ‘golden shovel’…The last word of each line from [Terrance] Hayes’ poem [The Golden Shovel] is a word from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem We Real Cool.