A poem-a-day for National Poetry Month

Prompt #17: Prompt Mash-Up

The following prompts are from Bill Alton. Use them as titles, opening lines, or combine all of them into a single poetic form.

1. My body is a speakeasy
2. Morning comes without the sun.
3. I loved him most when he asked me to leave.
4. Pain is the mind’s way of burning through fear


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!

18 responses

  1. Jennifer P-W

    Not at all to any prompt but inward today…

    Searched for you:
    was hunting dolphins
    in the wind;
    listened through low
    hand-holds of night;
    caught your remnant song
    in heart surge
    and solar plexus;
    breathed behind the
    pounding morning, not welcoming
    the dawn…

    Some days, I just can’t look the world
    in the eye.

    J. Pratt-Walter

    April 16, 2011 at 9:45 pm

    • dorlamoorehouse

      Beautiful, Jennifer!

      April 17, 2011 at 12:38 pm

    • Beautiful Jennifer!!

      April 18, 2011 at 8:41 am

  2. Drifted off somewhere before I got a chance to look at the prompt.


    April 17, 2011 at 9:25 am

  3. Bill Noble

    Not from the prompt, but from a science news item that caught my eye.


    Which should actually be stated
    as ‘reading zebras as barcodes’

    is what intrepid software geeks
    are already doing. Stripespotter

    it’s called and is now on its way
    digitally to a Serengeti near you

    It is, they say, available for tigers
    and giraffes too, though IMHOP

    the giraffe version should rightly
    be re-designated as Spotswiper

    Do you feel foreboding, friend?
    It seems to be too late to worry

    April 17, 2011 at 11:46 am

    • dorlamoorehouse

      Bill – I love the last two lines on this one.

      April 17, 2011 at 12:45 pm

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  5. dorlamoorehouse

    I used the prompt today! http://dorlamoorehouse.com/2011/04/17/napowrimo-day-17-4/

    April 17, 2011 at 12:56 pm

  6. Balancing Act

    Take away all feeling
    and what is the motivation
    to get out of bed?
    No happiness, and morning comes
    without the sun,
    no sorrow, and gratitude
    would disappear,
    pain is the mind’s way
    of burning through fear,
    and pleasure, spirit’s garden,
    sown with love.

    April 17, 2011 at 2:00 pm

  7. This started with some blog comment spam, morphed into a couple haiku and then this:

    You are my inhalation

    the breath flowing in.
    Arc down
    the sudden cold
    then warm below.
    That taut skin
    between air and water
    sliding over the curves
    smoothing the face.
    The small bubbles
    running up and out again.
    The silk embrace.
    The pull back to air
    the inhalation
    the unstoppable
    gasp after the lips part.

    Mary Beth Frezon 17 April 2011

    http://www.artsroundup.com/wp/?p=2970 to read the whole shebang.

    And how about this great quote:

    Try a thing you haven’t done three times. Once, to get over the fear of doing it. Twice, to learn how to do it. And a third time to figure out whether you like it or not. — Virgil Thomson

    April 17, 2011 at 6:23 pm

  8. One more time around…


    April 17, 2011 at 6:49 pm

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  10. Great lines in this prompt, will definitely use soon. Today’s poem:

    April 17, 2011 at 8:12 pm

  11. Jennifer P-W

    To the prompt:

    My morning body
    loved him the most–
    burn pain away
    at the speakeasy of the mind;
    no sun but that of love.
    It burns the most,
    burning though fear…

    J. Pratt-Walter

    April 17, 2011 at 10:42 pm

  12. A SAD Sonnet

    Morning comes without the sun
    Its damp embrace a thuggish slap
    Across my face. Like every Mon-
    day’s weather, its the usual crap.

    I don’t know why I go to work
    On darkling days that lack the light
    I need to function. Madness lurks
    At every turn when day is night.

    My doctor says that I should try
    Wellbutrin, but I must admit
    That thoughts of having no sex drive
    Depress me. Make me feel like shit.

    Room lighting filled with skylight blue
    Seems more appealing, in my view.

    April 18, 2011 at 10:19 pm

  13. Here’s the day 17 one – thought I posted this:


    April 20, 2011 at 8:18 am

  14. I tried my hand at this prompt. The result is at: http://sadlywaiting.wordpress.com/2011/04/22/i-am-sorry-about-my-fear/

    April 22, 2011 at 5:31 am