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Poem Tryouts:

7:00 a.m. — San Antonio

listening to Skip scrolling through his FB wall (it’s too early for music, people)

Hello, all. I’m in the throes of Christmas stuff, although much is on hold until our daughter arrives next week, so she can participate. But various things with lights are up and if I have Christmas lights on in the house, I am happy. Ready for an image? Last week’s worked so well with no accompanying possible directions from me, that I think we’ll try it again this week.

by Vladimir Kush

by Vladimir Kush

Remember that you can ignore the central image and pick one small detail to spark a poem and the image as a painting does not have to be mentioned.

Next week we will take off — yes, you too. The following week, depends. So I will see you either the last week of 2015 or the first week of 2016. To those who celebrate the season, have a merry one; for those who don’t, the good news is you can be merry, too, just for different reasons.

Happy writing, everyone.

 
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Posted by on 15/12/2015 in exercises, poetry

 

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Poem Tryouts: Beyond the Pale

9:45 a.m. — San Antonio

listening to Hotel California sung by Vocal Sampling

Hello all. I hope you are well. Parents, I’m sure you are heaving sighs of relief. West Coast USA, stay safe. Those fires are even scarier than usual. The unpacking and putting away has gotten to the point that we can see what finished rooms will look like. We may even be able to pull the car into the garage, soon.

I have used my family as prompt inspirations, often. This time it’s an email back and forth between my two brothers. They had been talking about one thing and shifted off on a tangent.

Steve: Speaking of beyond the pale, did you know that there actually was a Pale you could be beyond? There was also a Pale of Calais, which now consists of a large Muslim refugee camp. When you break it down to its “roots”, a pale is a fencepost.

John: You’re all wrong. Read Rutherford’s Russka. It has to do with Jews in the Ukraine. Beyond the pale that is, not the book.

Steve: That was a Pale, but it was from the earlier English term applied to Ireland, which itself was ultimately from the Latin palus, or stake.

I love having a family that has this kind of discussion. I had looked the term up some years ago, being curious about the usage. I looked it up again, yesterday, and found myself fascinated by the other words that derive from the original pale, or stake: Pale is an old name for a pointed piece of wood driven into the ground and — by an obvious extension — to a barrier made of such stakes, a palisade or fence. Pole is from the same source, as are impale, paling and palisade. (worldwidewords)

Where does this leave us? Somewhat undirected, I think. Some possibilities:

1] Go with one of the other words that derives from the original.

2] Use the idiom in some way. You may, but don’t have to, quote the actual idiom.

3] Use two or three of the italicised words together.

4] Run with your own idea.

I shall see you Thursday for links and then I’m off for a week. Skip is homesick for Atlanta. We’ll take a quick road trip and I’ll be back here Tuesday the 15th for another prompt.

Happy writing, everyone.

 

 
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Posted by on 01/09/2015 in exercises, poems, poetry

 

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Poem Tryouts: Bricks and Mortar

8:06 a.m. — San Antonio

listening to Tuvan throat singing — no, really. I have a CD. If you have never heard this form, the group Huun Huur Tur is the one I know.

Hello everyone. Unpacking continues apace. We can see our rooms now and soon we will be able to park the car in the garage, again. This is not good weather to have a car sitting outside, with temperatures in the nineties. I had forgotten that this is our image prompt day, so I went trawling and found this:

 

bricks_and_motar

It captures my fancy. Let’s see what you do with it.

I will see you Thursday for links; and, Tuesday for our first prompt of September.

Happy writing, all.

 
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Posted by on 25/08/2015 in exercises, poems, poetry

 

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Poem Tryouts: Picture This

6:55 a.m. — San Antonio

listening to Bach

Hi everyone. I hope your summer (winter) goes well and that families are storing enough together time to be looking forward to summer’s end. We are more or less moved in, although our stuff doesn’t arrive until next week. We have hired a storage unit for the nonce. We are also moving my mother this week, so I am going to give you an image today, and probably next week, to make my life easier. Alright, fine, because my brain has not kicked into gear, yet.

dali city of drawers

City of Drawers by Dali

This image fascinates me. I saved it, originally for the dream images, but let’s not limit ourselves. If you have an immediate idea, go for it. Otherwise, peruse the image from bottom left to top right, jotting notes on what you see (not what you think). Go over it one more time. Look at your notes and start adding what you think, as an idea for a poem.

I will try to get around to reading, but life is still a little upheaved. I will see you next Tuesday for another prompt and hopefully, be able to return to our regular schedule, next week.

Happy writing, all.

 
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Posted by on 21/07/2015 in poems, poetry, Summer

 

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Poem Tryouts: Nightmare(s)

5:35 p.m. — San Antonio

listening to my husband and my uncle talk about what came before DBase 3

Hi, all. I’m a bit late, as today turned out to be a travel day. Surprise! I don’t have time to chat, although I’d love to. It’s hard to focus with people talking!

Remaining with our theme, let’s contemplate the dark side: nightmares. Head to the dictionary and look through the definitions to start the mind, ruminate a while and decide whether you want this to be personal, or some distance from you. Some nightmares we might not want to return to.

You can give us a nightmare, all imagery with a bare story framework, neutral speaker.

Or, you can use a nightmare you had, as the seed.

Or, you can imagine a nightmare situation.

Or… What? Supper? Okay, we’re leaving my aunt and uncle to their own devices and heading over to Skip’s brother’s to celebrate his birthday. I’ll try to be here Thursday. Friday is a travel day. Otherwise, I KNOW next Tuesday is not a travel day and I’ll be here with a prompt.

Happy writing, everyone.

 
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Posted by on 16/06/2015 in exercises, poems, poetry

 

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Place and Hold for Next

One thing I have found about trying a daily prompt: I pretty much have to go with what comes out of my mind, even if that hadn’t been my plan on starting. Miz Q has given us three word lists, from which we are to use one, two, and three words in a poem about place (then save the words because there will be more).

I forgot the place part, happily chose my six words and whipped them into a short poem of sorts. Then the part of the brain that lies in wait for this sort of thing, said: Place? I kept the six words I had chosen, originally — that was my challenge to myself. The poem is metaphorical because that was the only way I could work place in.

When You’re Not in Kansas Anymore

When life is no longer a sprint
to the finish line. When you
look down your lane — marked
with its measured white —
and the tape is fuzzed. When
the track’s surface is no longer
smooth, you have a choice.
You can limp, or crawl, your way
to the end, or you can flatten death
with respect and a sledgehammer.

 

 
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Posted by on 06/06/2015 in poems

 

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Poem Tryouts: A Single Detail

8:35 a.m. — Atlanta

listening to (and viewing) Unread Book — a parody of Uptown Funk –written and produced by the Orange County Library

Hello, everyone. I hope you are well. Texas and Oklahoma residents, I hope you are all safely on high ground.

Today’s prompt is our image prompt. Sometimes I add a suggestion, sometimes not. This time I will, but first peruse the paintings I have chosen (from that wonderful resource I Require Art). Hover over any painting for the artist. Click on any one of them and then you can shift through nice, large images, like a slide show.

I was struck by a specific in each painting, something that caught and held my eye. For example, in the Maufra painting of the boats, I was struck immediately by the shingle beach, left foreground. I can feel the awkward shapes of the wet stones under my bare feet, as I pick my way over them. It’s a strong enough memory that I almost forgot to look at the rest of the painting.

You may choose one, two, or all of the paintings. Focus on a single thing that sparks an idea, a memory, a thought. If you choose more than one painting it’s because your mind sees a connection, so go with it. With this prompt, you would leave the paintings behind altogether. They merely provide the vehicle to kickstart a poem.

You may, of course, say meh to my idea and run with your own. While you decide, I’m going to find a chair and sit in the sun outside Proudfoot’s house.

I will see you Thursday for links and things; Friday for the week’s prompts roundup; and next Tuesday for the first of my summer prompts. More about that, Thursday.

Happy writing, all.

 
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Posted by on 26/05/2015 in exercises, poems, poetry

 

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