7:51 a.m. — Atlanta
listening to Home From the Forest sung by Gordon Lightfoot — don’t cheer for me, yet. My computer is not resurrected. I got desperate enough for music that I’m putting up with tinny laptop sound.
Ta dah! Je suis ici! Hullo, all. Here we go again. Shall we leap right in?
At Naming Constellations Joseph Harker is screaming for poems to refine; alright, maybe he’s just yelling a little. While Joseph is working his way through what the heck direction he wants to take himself and the blog, he would like very much to be working on a few of our poems. Don’t worry if you have sent poems in before. I heard desperation in his voice. For those who don’t know, Joseph takes a poem and takes it apart to show what works and what doesn’t, and why. He was born for this, I promise you. It’s a shame there doesn’t appear to be an actual paying job.
At The Music In It: Adele Kenny’s Poetry Blog, Adele is asking us to try a persona poem, something with a point of view that should prove interesting and possibly fun. I say no more. Go on over to read the prompt and her suggestions. While there, scroll down the right side sidebar. She has a ton of interesting stuff. I stopped a moment to order Diane Lockward’s new book The Crafty Poet: A Portable Workshop.
At The Sunday Whirl, Brenda chose the words from a Naomi Shihab Nye poem. It’s a great list. Despite having faded from the Wordle scene momentarily [I hope], I continue to write the words down every week and make my brain start connections. If not now, I know I’ll use these words later. If you haven’t wordled yet, what are you waiting for? Brenda will have the new words up on Sunday. Visit to see the wordle and to read what others have done.
Over at Carry On Tuesday, Keith has finally closed down.
We’re at Mad Kane’s Humor Blog for Limerick-off Mondays. Madeleine always writes a limerick, as an example. Look around while you are there. I have missed my weekly dose and was happy to arrive here today, to find that Madeleine has made me laugh, once again. Laughing is good, so visit to read, to laugh, perhaps to write.
Visit The Mag [Magpie Tales] for our first image prompt. This week we have an image by Escher. Remember that you do not have to address the whole image, or its subject. What was the first thought that went through your mind when you saw the image? Grab it. Write. Is there one part that you are drawn to? Write.
Laurie, at Poetry Jam, talks about losing electricity. I bet we all have a no lights story. I was in High School for my first loss of light and ended up typing my homework [with a typewriter] by candlelight. Go on over and see what she says.
This week on Carol’s Light Words the photo is a black and white that shows an interplay of light. Does it remind you of something actual or, perhaps, philosophical? Don’t forget that Carol chooses a song each Friday to get us dancing around — remember she is on California time. A different kind of poetry and a whole lot of fun. I just warmed up by bopping to Paul Simon’s Diamonds On the Soles of Her Shoes — it’s a little harder in a recliner than my usual computer chair, but hey!
I ended my blog year with Hannah and here she is to start me up again. At imaginary garden with real toads, Hannah promised us 22 weeks of magical, natural wonders. Wait until you see this week’s. The photographs are incredible. A place of great beauty, this. Visit. Go play with the toads.
We Write Poems has an intriguing exercise. Neil wants us to write dangerous poems. Head over to read the context and suggestions.
At dVerse, Gay takes us through prosody. She writes a smart and understandable essay on line and metre. Metre is a weakness of mine and I tend to skim writings on it, but Gay held me and made me want to try… maybe. Visit. Look around. Stay awhile; it’s a friendly place. We’re drinking mai tais and ice coffee.
We have a returnee. Miz Quickly has been bitten by the bug. While we have her, visit and write. Post and link. I am giving you a general URL, as I haven’t figured out a pattern yet. She is posting every couple of days, so, already you are behind. Move, quick like a bunny. Today, she has given us a copy change and has picked a very good poem for us to work with. You’re still here?
Flash fiction fans: I’m going to give you the link to the general site of Flashy Fiction, rather than always giving you Friday, as you might come to the site on a different day, thus be offered a different image. Pot luck.
If you have questions, ask. If you write in response to any of these, the people whose blogs you visit would love to read your responses. Post!
I shall see you Tuesday, for an exercise, which remains a mystery; Thursday for links, unless someone sends me a topic; and Friday for the round-up of prompts.
Happy writing, everyone.