Inspiration has been in short supply the last couple of days. This is Saturday’s sole poem, partly the result of following the November 7th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, which involved taking lines or images from a previously written poem I did not like, and using them to write a new poem.
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The nature of silence (A poem)
I spent yesterday watching Japanese movies checked out from the library. This poem was inspired by クローンは故郷をめざす (The Clone Returns Home)…
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There’s no such thing as snow anymore (A poem)
An attempt to conceptually connect weather and television.
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Vanilla and coffee at dawn (a poem)
I have been waking up early all week, it seems…
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A lull in the conversation (a poem)
This started out as a simple haiku…
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Trixie (a poem)
Self-explanatory.
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You have the right [to refuse] to remain silent (a poem)
Bonus round for today—if you have the right to remain silent, you also have the right not to…
Dimly lit room (a poem)
The March 11th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem about a déjà-vu experience. In this case, the moment reminded me of part of a dream I had one night a while back.
Last call (a poem)
Yesterday’s poem is a re-write of a poem I wrote last weekend… Continue reading
I didn’t expect (a poem)
The February 27th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write an anaphoric poem—i.e., a poem in which each line begins with the same word or phrase. As it turned out, Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano were the featured poets at the Redmond Association of Spokenword’s featured event for February. Naturally, a writing exercise was part of the evening—and they happened to choose the February 27th prompt from The Daily Poet. I had already written a poem using the prompt while I was waiting for the reading to start (because I showed up way early, despite Google’s atrocious driving directions), but this poem I wrote during the seven-minute exercise (and the four or five minutes after) turned out better.