Day 6 (a Two-for-Tuesday prompt) which is
actually two prompts:
1.
Write a Left Poem
2.
Write a Right Poem
It’s About Balance
If I work the right I have to work the left
like taking my right leg on a ride on the spin bike
well, then the left needs a ride too.
If I twist to right the left also needs to twist
If I cross my legs in the half Lotus
with one leg over the other,
soon I need to change sides.
But it’s hard to keep it all straight.
One of these days, one side or the other
will get slighted and left out.
I’m right on about that.
Day 8
Talk back to a dead
poet. Choose a poem you like by a poet who is no longer living and offer a
rebuttal. Dickinson’s line, “I’m Nobody! Who are you?” is just begging for a
response. Maybe, unlike Shakespeare, your lover’s face is EXACTLY like
the sun. And don’t we all have something we’d like to say to Sylvia Plath?
(With apologies to
Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “First Fig”)
Ah, Edna,
If you only knew
how such a small
flame ignites
and strengthens me.
It warms my body
through and through.
I quote these lovely
words
incessantly.
But please, oh,
please
my friend, tell me
what the hell
the title means.
Day
12
Write
about a piece of technology or engineering that does not exist but that
should. It could be a tribute to something that came to be because of a
writer’s imagination, like a helicopter or a submarine or a filtration system
that makes urine potable. Or it could be the original imagination that
may one day lead to a new piece of technology, like cloud movers, flood distributors,
skyhooks, or levitation chairs.
Giant
Snuffer
Fires
abound.
Some
flare up and spread for days.
And
arsonists dance with glee
the
orange light of the flames
shining
in their eyes.
So
I envision
a
huge candlesnuffer
one
that can expand at will
to
cover the entire fire
no matter how widespread.
A plane will drop it from the sky
and
it will plunge down
and
in an instant snuff the fire out.
And
those dancers
will
have nothing but dry ashes
to
wallow in.
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