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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Make of it what you will
Here’s my humble, oh so humble, effort.
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.
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.
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
Inspired
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
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!
I’ve posted. Have to go have a post-traumatic flashback of second-year poetry class now.
I LOVE the cake poem, MommyTime!
All done. I hope you like it.
we-be-toys: simple and smart, I like it.
Great job from everyone!
Here is PROMPTuesday #22: Writing Poetry from Cheri @ Blog This Mom!
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.
Thematically Fickle — best ending ever!
What a great prompt! It really inspired me – or spoke to me – or something. Anyway, here is my contribution.
http://happyhippyraindancer.wordpress.com/2008/09/16/promptuesday-returns/
It is so cool that you do this. I have read several of these today and they are all beautifully different.
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. . .
http://cocktailmaven.blogspot.com/2008/09/promptuesday-22-writing-poetry.html
One day late here. Love the entries so far! Not much of a poet. Here goes nothing;
Tree
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.
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!!
I totally spaced!
Here is the link to my submission!! Sorry!!!!!
Momma Mary’s crack at poetry