PROMPTuesday #22: Writing Poetry

Today, write a poem including the following lines in any order:


“I tie a ribbon in a foolish way”


“The delicious fragility of this travesty”


“Where we still laugh and wish”

(Prompt courtesy of CreativeWritingPrompts)


Go for it! And really, you’re all so good, I don’t want to hear any about this intimidation crud. Also, we’d sure love to read some new voices! Meanwhile…


The Rules:

  • Try to write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal thinking before the ego and judgmental brain kick in. Just set a timer, make your kid count to 600 slowly, whatever. It’s an honor system. And I trust you.
  • Aim for 250 words or less.
  • Please have fun. Don’t put pressure on yourself. Together, let’s rediscover the simple joy in the writing process.
  • Post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.


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23 Responses to “PROMPTuesday #22: Writing Poetry”

  1. […] Deb says no whining about being intimidated, so I won’t. I’ll just grumble quietly. […]

  2. Da Goddess says:

    Make of it what you will

  3. tinsenpup says:

    Here’s my humble, oh so humble, effort.

  4. vodkamom says:

    The place in my heart is cleverly hidden
    by the painful march of time.

    Moments caught in early morning hours
    stolen while the world sleeps…

    offers me a visit back to the time
    to the hidden place
    where we laugh and wish.

  5. we_be_toys says:

    I suck at prompts – they make me go blank faster than an algebra final! But I did post a poem yesterday – any points for being in on the collective consciousness of poetry writing this week? No? All right, hopw about this:

    We laugh still,and wish
    for the travesty,
    the delicious fragility-
    where a ribbon tied
    in a foolish way
    is delicious.

  6. MommyTime says:

    I push and prod and pull
    the cakes
    stacking them precariously
    in their chocolate magnificence
    The delicious fragility
    of this travesty of baking
    mocks me, lures me
    I cannot resist
    I poke my finger deep into the icing
    adding craters to the already uneven surface
    by my own mockery of baking
    I turn this travesty
    into a diorama:
    a giant, clownish, brown mountain
    of a hat
    complete with with a gum-paste bird
    perched on top
    I tie a ribbon in a foolish way
    around the base of the crown
    and suddenly!
    it is complete
    this travesty of a cake
    has become a chocolate delicacy
    a monument to bygone days
    when cooking was a treat,
    in the tiny family kitchen
    where we still laughed
    and wished to grow up
    into bakers

  7. MommyTime says:

    I should also have said that this was by far the hardest of the prompts you’ve posted — and also perhaps the one I enjoyed the most. I actually want to take this poem and tinker with it some more to make it more to my liking. Thanks for the inspiration!

  8. Tanya Kyi says:

    I’ve posted. Have to go have a post-traumatic flashback of second-year poetry class now.

  9. Tanya Kyi says:

    I LOVE the cake poem, MommyTime!

  10. Mami Jen says:

    All done. I hope you like it.

  11. Mami Jen says:

    we-be-toys: simple and smart, I like it.

  12. Da Goddess says:

    Great job from everyone!

  13. Here is PROMPTuesday #22: Writing Poetry from Cheri @ Blog This Mom!

  14. I can’t stand the delicious fragility of this travesty one second longer.

    His face was twisted and red.

    I’m sorry, I said. Were you talking to me or rehearsing a line?

    I looked at my mud-splattered feet instead of his eyes.

    I thought of summer ending and other endings and

    I rocked forward on my toes, trying to lift myself

    From the spot where we still laugh and wish.

    Or anyway, the place where he does still.

    I’m done with it there.

    I tie a ribbon in a foolish way, remember

    He’d pointed it out once

    And never let me forget it.

    Gravity kept me on the ground but it’s a

    Vertical force so instead

    I spun on my heel and walked in

    A new direction

    To a place where I’ll tie ribbons

    However the hell I want.

  15. Da Goddess says:

    Thematically Fickle — best ending ever!

  16. […] 16, 2008 by happyhippyraindancer I’m way too busy to do this really, but when I saw the prompt for this week, I couldn’t pass it up!  Here it […]

  17. Karelle says:

    What a great prompt! It really inspired me – or spoke to me – or something. Anyway, here is my contribution.

  18. Mrs. G. says:

    It is so cool that you do this. I have read several of these today and they are all beautifully different.

  19. Okay. A little something JUST under the wire. Now I’m off to bed. Guess I’ll have to wait until the morning to read everyone else’s. . .

  20. myra says:

    One day late here. Love the entries so far! Not much of a poet. Here goes nothing;


    She towered majestically, casting her lengthy shadow
    Fraught with guilt over marking her demise,
    I tied a ribbon in a foolish way.
    Overcome with the delicious fragility of this travesty
    I stood in the barren stubble,
    once a shaded green palace,
    where we still laugh and wish.

  21. Angela says:

    Okay…I cannot believe I actually did this. I have always dreamed of being a writer, I even have a pen name picked out -silly rabbit! I have never even pursued anything close to writing. This blog is a first. I love your blog sandiegomomma! I want more on the anxiety story…I can relate!!

  22. Momma Mary says:

    I totally spaced!

    Here is the link to my submission!! Sorry!!!!!

    Momma Mary’s crack at poetry

  23. […] 16, 2008 by hippiemonkeymama I’m way too busy to do this really, but when I saw the prompt for this week, I couldn’t pass it up!  Here it […]

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