For today’s prompt, write an active poem. That could be a poem comprised of active (vs passive) verbs. But it could also be about exercising, playing a sport, or keeping your mind active. Any activity would do, I suppose, even watching the paint dry.
The trees are active tonight—
I can hear them outside my window
shuffling in the early spring breeze
like college kids primping for a party.
They’re about to bloom—
golden buds emerging
from gray branches—
all that pent up tension
about to spurt forth
in a haze of exuberance
all over my car.
Wasn’t sure what to name this one. Thought of brain rut. Then figured rut is kinda of the opposite of the instructions. Anyways, here is a quick one that I’ve come up with in regards to this challenge (ps. I don’t know about poetry rules etc).
I read the instructions again.
He’d said to write an active poem.
I chewed over a few ideas in my brain.
And then I chewed them out.
None having added up to compose a poem.
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Ha! Very nice. You should post that to your blog. (BTW, there are no rules in poetry, only traditions.)
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Haha noted. I think I’ll let this one just hang here.
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As you wish.
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This is brilliant! I love the layers of meaning.
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Thanks! Though I don’t know about any layers. My poems are only about one thing at a time. ;)
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Hahahaha
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That last line! HA HA
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It’ll be that time of year all too soon.
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Great words, you’ve reminded me of the pine trees at the front on my place, forever stretching skyward, striving to grasp sunshine to transform to growth through photosynthesis.
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Thanks though your pines are getting into the dark half of the year while mine are gearing up for summer.
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The seasons flow through time, and from hemisphere north to south … My summers more severe perhaps than yours, and my winters milder too perhaps, depending on where you live.
South Australia where I live is far too hot at times, but even with winter rain, is never snow-flake cold …
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Beautiful lines 👌👌
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Thank you very much.
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Walking has long been my constant
though time ago I would break
into a run now and then
just to get the blood flowing
truly, I hated running
it jogs everything within
banging bone against bone
teeth against teeth
walking remains my steady
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Nice one. Love the bone against bone, teeth against teeth. You should post this to your blog so more people can read it.
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Driveway Dancers
I was to write about tulips and crocuses
popping up haphazardly about
and how they remind me of tiny dancers
preparing for their coming out
pastel pinks and blues, buttons and bows
elbows and knees, hips and toes
with big eyes and wide smiles
as fingertips touch above their heads
all the little tulips in yellows and reds
but the morning sun drew me to step outside
to find blacktop artist had struck me again
leaving dancing princesses topped with a crown
and wind-blown tree shadows scattered around
my own pretty ballerinas I want so to see
left driveway dancers chalked dancing for me
Dennis Gray 4/5/2021
I tried to add photos to this. Is that possible?
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I don’t think you can photos to a comment on my blog. You could always start your own.
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Do we have a prompt for today’s poem?
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Yes, check out Robert Lee Brewer’s blog. Here’s the prompt for today: https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-april-pad-challenge-day-6
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I awoke to an avian orchestra permeating the air
rolled to the open window and the scent of earlier rain
the rising morning mist gave form to the streaming sun
as dark limbs darted up through springs earliest foliage
mossed fallen trees reflecting the brightness of the green
as I breathe in a new day’s promise to awaken life
in me
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Very nice!
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