Happy National Poetry Month, Poets I Love!
I wrote Free Poetry on Demand online the first 14 days of April. I asked for prompts (a word, a phrase, a picture) from Facebook friends and got 'em in spades. I wrote 40 poems in 14 days.
Some unexpected prompts: regicide, blue lights in the mirror, the inevitability of reform (!?!), poop. Yep, poop. Poop turned out to be one of my favorite poems, a rather formal little rhymed piece about the #2 Topic of almost every distance runner I know.
I had planned to open up another round of free poetry for the second half of April, but I was ready to think my own thoughts again after 14 days. I got some interesting stuff out of the free poems. My own thoughts have barged back in with all kinds of plans already made for me.
The prompt for this one is the title.
Just in time
Just before the door closed.
Just before the crop failed.
Just before the fire went out
and wouldn’t start again.
The bell rang.
The rain came.
The kindling caught
the last dry wood.
Bacon sizzled
in the pan.
I wrote Free Poetry on Demand online the first 14 days of April. I asked for prompts (a word, a phrase, a picture) from Facebook friends and got 'em in spades. I wrote 40 poems in 14 days.
Some unexpected prompts: regicide, blue lights in the mirror, the inevitability of reform (!?!), poop. Yep, poop. Poop turned out to be one of my favorite poems, a rather formal little rhymed piece about the #2 Topic of almost every distance runner I know.
I had planned to open up another round of free poetry for the second half of April, but I was ready to think my own thoughts again after 14 days. I got some interesting stuff out of the free poems. My own thoughts have barged back in with all kinds of plans already made for me.
The prompt for this one is the title.
Just in time
Just before the door closed.
Just before the crop failed.
Just before the fire went out
and wouldn’t start again.
The bell rang.
The rain came.
The kindling caught
the last dry wood.
Bacon sizzled
in the pan.