The January 23rd prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem that either uses the title of a Salvador Dalí work as the title, or includes four items from a list of titles of his work. I ended up doing both.
Poetry
Upon waking up from the dream in which I’m running around the house honking like Felix Ungar, scaring away the beautiful woman in the Morticia Addams dress in the process (a poem)
The January 22nd prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a two-line poem with no more than thirteen syllables in each line, then give it a title that is either really long or just one word.
Grandpa’s pipe (a poem)
The January 21st prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to ‘focus on taste, hearing, scent, and touch’ instead of on sight. I diverged from the prompt after that, going back to a childhood memory instead of noting things throughout my day…
The poet’s dilemma (a poem)
Lots of shorter poems today…
50/calmer (a poem)
The second week of the HoneLife eight-week Winter Poetry Challenge invites reflection on 2014, with a series of questions followed by directions on how to use the answers to those questions.
Irish coffee fantasy (a poem)
Just a small fantasy I had while drinking a homemade Irish coffee…
Black-and-white foreign film (with subtitles) (a poem)
I wrote three poems last night while watching a Japanese film (ももいろそらを, a/k/a About the Pink Sky). They all had parts I liked, but none of them quite worked on their own. This morning, I combined and edited them into a single poem…
Upon finding the box of Polaroids I had taken a few weeks ago but then forgot all about (a poem)
Last night, I used my Polaroid SX-7o for the first time this year. When putting the print in the empty film box to save until I got home, I found that I had left three photos in it from the last time I used the camera…
Running on empty (a poem)
The January 14th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem that consists of one run-on sentence—commas okay, but no colons or semi-colons. I hate run-on sentences, but I figured I’d give this one a shot.
I ended up, more or less, with a prose poem. I don’t like prose poems, but breaking this one up into lines and stanzas didn’t make sense, so I will just let it be…
Bow Hill Road (a poem)
A familiar sight driving north on I-5 towards Bellingham and the Canadian border is the exit sign for Bow Hill Road…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 