In the spirit of Napo, here’s a little one:
Spring Morning
I wake to a white world
and wonder why mist
hides the apple blossom.
Elizabeth Crawford’s word selection inspired yesterday’s post but as I only used half of them, the void is filled with this.
With prompts coming at me from all sides
I can’t find one I like.
Depression threatens.
I don’t want to force it
or smudge the issue –
it could lead to blood,
with bricks being thrown.
I used half the words yesterday
now the rest have gone, I’m off.
It’s not that no poetry was written in this house during the last couple of days: three new longish poems were written for submission.
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Stop pressuring yourself! The point is to write poems, not slavishly adhere to the prompts.
And I claimed just hours ago that I never shout at you… 🙂
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Better that energy is going to submission than to have prompts keep you from that.
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That short poem, especially, is perfect–with all the feel of Basho or some other great poet. When I find it difficult to come up with new stuff, I find it works so well to do haiku or something similar. It helps me focus and be aware.
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You do me too much honour, Victoria, but thank you.
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Sorry for not visiting, Viv. I can relate to this poem on many levels. All of my inspiration has gone away. Good to see you continuing through this month.
Pamela ox
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Don’t we all feel this way, at least once, during this month of madness? No bricks thrown, after a while all the prompts feel unreal and awkward, including my own. And I will remember this poem, because I’m sure that in no time at all, I’ll want to do a similar slash and burn and will return for inspiration.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
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I love the idea of unused words going off.
So ‘heavenly perfume’ would deteriorate into ‘horrible pong’, or if it went off completely
‘I smelt the heavenly perfume left behind’ would become ‘I smelt the left behind’.
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