7:45 a.m. — Atlanta
listening to Called Out in the Dark, sung by Snow Patrol
Hello, all. It’s 22F outside, negligible in the face of the NE US, but damn cold anyway. I am finally winter bundled, as I type. I usually have a prompt in mind, but this time I’ve been dithering between two. I’m not sure why I couldn’t make up my mind which of the two to offer. I went with a third.
Sometime last year, my son and I were having a phone conversation. I’m not sure how Biros came up. I must have been talking about my first pens. When I mentioned the Biro as my first ballpoint, there was a brief silence and Houston said ‘Biros are pens? I thought they were notepads’. In what context had they come up for him previously? Douglas Adams’ Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, where Adams’ posits a planet for lost ballpoints: the planet Biros. (In his defence, he was very young when he read the series) Houston allowed as how he might have to reread Hitchhiker with this new image in mind.
Misperceptions change interpretations. The previous statement allows you a wide scope for material for a poem. Begin by recalling times when you thought one thing about the meaning of a word and drew a conclusion, or made a judgment (no matter how inconsequential), based on your perception. How long did you carry the incorrect meaning? How did you find out the correct meaning? How did the new meaning change your interpretation of a situation, or event?
You can write a poem about the misperception itself, or you can take the idea onto a broader stage. What happens when we have a misperception and make a judgment based on it? How does the ensuing discovery of the actuality change the original interpretation and what consequences are there? Do you have an instance that would make a good poem?
I feel like I’m being vague in my instructions, but that’s happened before and I know you all always find a poem. So, go forth and write.
I will see you Thursday for links and whatnot; Friday, for the week’s roundup of prompts; and next Tuesday for another of my prompts.
Happy writing, all.