Prompt #05: Strange Little Drawing
Today’s written prompt and image is from Jeremy Edwards.
This prompt is sort of like the infamous New Yorker caption contest. (Infamous because I never won.) Only instead of a caption, your challenge is to create a poem that’s inspired–however loosely–by the strange little drawing I’ve created. So let your imaginations run wild! I think he/she/they/it need(s) all the help you can provide in making some sense.
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Reminders for Participants: You can post your poem below in the comments, offer a link back to your site where the poem is posted, or comment about the experience of writing the poem (without actually posting the poem). If you’re going to comment on other participant’s poems, please remember that this is not a critique space — comments should be kept thoughtful and supportive. Lastly, remember you don’t have to use the prompt to write your poem — they’re here for your inspiration but they’re certainly not a requirement.
Let the Wild Poeming Being!
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Ok I seriously needed a laugh tonight so thank you. More tomorrow but:
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Man
Woman
Bowl
Cereal
One spoon
He reaches.
Hey!
What?
Mine.
Share?
Seriously?
Fine.
Fine.
April 4, 2011 at 9:28 pm
awesome
April 4, 2011 at 10:44 pm
Love it.
April 5, 2011 at 2:16 am
I feel a little guilty writing so late lol. How about some free haiku?
http://www.artsroundup.com/wp/?p=2848
April 5, 2011 at 11:21 am
I kept this one well under 20 minutes. And a typo completely changed where I was going. I’m trusting to serendipity. http://feedingthegeek.tumblr.com/post/4362207129/untitled-april-5-2011
Untitled
Lazy morning conversation
Trails off
Over cornflakes
Eyes opened but unseeing
Gauzy film as yet undissolved
By caffeine and technicolor sunrise
Ears unhearing
Deafened by soggy crunch
The governor of the mind is
Still asleep
Press “play”
And let the prerecorded pablum dialog
Save a lie of intimacy for another day
April 5, 2011 at 1:21 am
As opposed to yesterday’s marathon effort, this one took only 5 minutes (and, boy, does it show). Still, at least I’m keeping up:
http://wp.me/pbg4K-2X
April 5, 2011 at 2:18 am
Eeks, a sonnet!
Great drawing, Jeremy – I couldn’t see all of it this morning when I started, so I was working on half an image. Which has informed the poem.
http://nikkimagennis.blogspot.com/2011/04/zero-sum.html
Love the other ones here. Sharp and witty.
April 5, 2011 at 2:39 am
Not all night, but he started at about 5:30 this morning, about twenty feet from my open window.
MOCKER
He sings all night long, a robin’s song
over and over, and then a starling’s
twisty whizz. Was that the neighbor’s cat
or somebody’s squeaky screen door?
Here I sit, not at all for the whole night,
scribbling something that might be a poem
if I persist in singing it over and over,
pretending I’m edging in on the truth.
April 5, 2011 at 5:58 am
very satisfying.
April 5, 2011 at 9:32 am
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Today’s poem is such a cop-out. But I’m having a terrible week (and it’s only Tuesday). http://dorlamoorehouse.com/2011/04/05/napowrimo-day-5-3/
April 5, 2011 at 6:18 am
not much, but a feeble attempt to keep up.
changed
They met one last time
over coffee and captain crunch.
So intertwined she felt
she’d lost herself and become him.
Knowing they could do this no more
they began a painful separation.
Peeling sunburnt layers apart
leaving jigsaw pieces of themselves
on the other.
Finally pink and apart, they realized they
were each something new.
He let her drink the milk.
poem a day april 5, 2011
dlmoore
April 5, 2011 at 8:43 am
Bowls
For so many years I dreamt it was the eyelash in my bowl
That caused me to set-aside forever my beloved Sugar-Pops
And matriculate to toast, bagels, waffles, pancakes
I constructed this fantasy about the evil eyelash
As an artful denial of the truth
My enemy is milk
The truth set me free of the plague of pain
But imprisoned me in a cage made of soy
This, soy that, soy every comfort food now plain
Like my right eye
April 5, 2011 at 8:44 am
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Damn, these are all so good! Someday I will learn how to write funny. But, yeah, today is not that day.
Portrait of Picture with Cereal
http://yearofthebooks.wordpress.com/2011/04/05/poem-a-day-5/
April 5, 2011 at 11:28 am
Noodles on the Planalopy
Dual gendered
Absent minded
Sat squat on tubular thighs.
Noodles,
nay,
lifesavers soup
is on the Agenda
today.
April 5, 2011 at 11:41 am
Not to the prompt, but it’s a poem I really enjoyed writing!
http://otherwaysofspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/04/heavenly-goddess.html
April 5, 2011 at 1:31 pm
Wow, I am loving these fantastic pieces! Thanks for playing (working).
And thank you thank you SG for letting me come here and give National Poetry Month my prompt attention. : )
April 5, 2011 at 3:15 pm
Totally my pleasure. And totally worth the work to be reading some gorgeous, funny, delightful poems every day!
April 5, 2011 at 4:21 pm
Todays offering is up at http://mizadventurez.blogspot.com
April 5, 2011 at 3:46 pm
Today’s effort is over here:
http://teresanoelleroberts.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-without-poetry-challenge-day-5.html
And today is actually a two-poem day, because I already had one half-done when I saw this fabulous prompt. Thank you, Jeremy!
April 5, 2011 at 4:28 pm
Here’s my little ditty.
http://erobintica.blogspot.com/2011/04/share-and-share-alike-day-5-poem.html
April 5, 2011 at 4:50 pm
Hunched
there in the
small vastless dawning
Bowl of Spirit
dwell many, so many
pluralities
of You,
not soggy
April 5, 2011 at 5:06 pm
This is pretty much silly nostalgia, but I still kind of like it.
http://thegermoftheidea.blogspot.com/2011/04/remember-when.html
April 5, 2011 at 6:13 pm
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http://sensualafflictions.wordpress.com/2011/04/06/day-5-palindrome-poem/
April 5, 2011 at 6:23 pm
Here it ’tis:
http://jacquezyon.wordpress.com/2011/04/06/poem5-dysfunctional/
April 5, 2011 at 6:23 pm
Another brain-freeze day, so here is something silly:
He sighed, “You are so sweet,
I could eat you up,”
and moving the bowl
of fava beans aside,
he reached for a glass
of chianti.
April 5, 2011 at 6:54 pm
Oooh! Or maybe something more like Eeks!
April 5, 2011 at 7:05 pm
Screen door shattering
Late night damp with confusion
gotta have my pops
April 5, 2011 at 7:55 pm
Ryan, what fun to be doing this with you this month!! I’m so loving your stuff.
April 6, 2011 at 7:38 am
Here is my offering for today:
http://lanijo.com/poetry/breakfast-we-had
April 5, 2011 at 8:49 pm
“Amoebas are one cell organisms about one billion years old.
Their insides is a jelly like fluid called cytoplasm. They reproduce by binary fission splitting in half and making two identical new amoebas. They eat algae, bacteria and particles of dead plants or animal matter.”
In this particular case however, the binary fission was complete but they simply could not spit themselves. They are not identical.
Uncle Herschel has a decisive nose and mustache while auntie Raisel has chin hairs but also long graceful eyelashes that curled up and were the object of Raisel’s desire.
They are depicted in this drawing
living a quiet life, and like good hosts have adapted to the foods available.
We, at the Kellogg’s fruit loop foundation, wish them a long life, and as the couple of the week, we will send them a thousand boxes of the deliciously colorful cereal.
Amoebas we salute you
April 5, 2011 at 8:56 pm
Parents in Gilroy
Escaping to The Pinnacles
An impromptu shake made out of real Oreo cookies
Ketchup on vegetables
And cereal
7 min 9 sec
April 5, 2011 at 10:21 pm
Here’s mine for day 5:
http://jamesestes.tumblr.com/post/4387389974/wormhole
Wormhole
Moments lead to minutes
minutes morph to hours,
hours to days,
and so on.
Time evaporates
or bends into fractals.
Time’s so elusive
People say time speeds up,
the older you get,
across cultures
it’s the same experience
Relativity
Einstein
Focus gone awry
I lift my head suddenly
turn away from the screen
time to leave work.
I was in the wormhole
came out the other side
of the Internet
back out of my screen
back to my desk
and walk to my car.
Later on I disappear
into the sleeping wormhole
away from consciousness
deep into dreamland
subterranean reality
the Grand Canyon
Might be on the other side
of the world
in Tokyo
or Beijing
possibly Jakarta
floating through that space
nocturnal wanderings, adventures
until the alarm beeps,
mind snaps awake
sleep wormhole closes
I let the dog out
get dressed
get the kids ready
pour some coffee
drop the kids off
drive some miles
back to my screen,
peering into
my Internet wormhole.
April 5, 2011
April 6, 2011 at 2:49 am
I’m late again (it’s 15 mins past ten in Tokyo now). Here’s what I made for day 5:
Wake Up, Dude
Come on, take a look at yourself. You dead or
doomed to die tomorrow or something? Smile, man,
show those kids outside your triumphant nose hair
“blocking the bad air
particles” and stuff. In the news they say some
people called en-coffin-ers’re putting make-up
on tsunami victims. You got no money,
RIGHT, but you’re funny
(every now and then) and to make a grieving
person laugh is such an important job. Drop
that heroic face, and begin to free your
man in the mirror.
April 6, 2011 at 3:19 am
Across a bowl of Crunchberries
my love did sadly say
“I think they’ve sacked the Cap’n
Alas, Alack, Dismay!”
“The Cap’n sacked! You jest” I shout
“This surely must not be,
breakfast will be insufferable without our Cap’n C”
April 6, 2011 at 8:24 pm
That’s great!
April 7, 2011 at 1:08 pm
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Sprinting to catch up!
http://sensualafflictions.wordpress.com/2011/04/07/day-7-like-cereal-milk/
April 7, 2011 at 5:36 am
Well, I thought I’d channel Rik…The People’s Poet!
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Cereal Killer
Cereal…cereal…
You could not more be real
Crouching, huddling
The world is your bowl
And the bowl now your world
From your prismatic sanctuary
You were hurled
Oh, cereal…cereal
Your feelings immaterial
Surreal as only cereal can be
Your heart like wheat, your skin like candy
Your cage hemispherical
Your rage empirical
And imperial
Oh, cereal
Has the Stockholm syndrome
Turned your hessian of rage
To compassionate silk?
Or was that just the milk?
Did you really think me so easy?
Food like you leaves
A bad taste in my mouth
Alas…I’ve said too much
And I must be sure
That you do not tell a soul
Do not even tell your bowl
For you can never know
Whom the bowl tells
April 11, 2011 at 6:55 am
(I’m following the prompt of ‘no adjectives’ – I assume possessives don’t count. This is a quickie)
Apple
she was the apple of my eye
but I never got the chance
to eat her
– somewhere Adam and Eve
are laughing….
(Greg Cameron, Poem, November, 2011, Surrey, B.C., Canada – yes, all double-entendres intended….)
November 29, 2011 at 12:17 pm