Prompt #21: Sharing the Love
Today’s prompt brought to us by poet Christopher Luna.
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Go the website of your favorite poet. Copy the first line in their most recent post, and use it as the first line in your poem.
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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!
Not Without Poetry 
I wasn’t sure if I could pick a favourite poet, or if he or she would be alive and on the web!
So instead here’s yet more baby poetry:
http://nikkimagennis.blogspot.com/2011/04/picky-eater.html
April 21, 2011 at 2:27 am
I ended up writing about artificial tears because I’ve had the idea bouncing around in my head for two days. http://dorlamoorehouse.com/2011/04/21/napowrimo-day-21-4/
April 21, 2011 at 7:13 am
Oooh. Good one! Thanks!!
April 21, 2011 at 11:55 am
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Only one of my favourite poets has a web presence regularly updated (Kona Macphee) so I’ve taken a lead from her blog post for today. With pillow and bosom: http://wp.me/pbg4K-4P
April 21, 2011 at 1:49 pm
BTW, new theme on the blog (I’ve turned wide and purple) but it really is still me.
April 21, 2011 at 1:53 pm
(When in doubt, I always go to my gal, E.D.)
I felt a funeral in my brain,
And through the never-ending pain,
I vowed that next it came to pass,
I would turn down that second glass.
April 21, 2011 at 5:26 pm
Brilliant!
April 21, 2011 at 11:37 pm
Crows and jays, along with parrots, are the agile intelligences of the bird world. A Steller’s jay can hide and retrieve 20,000 acorn caches using a brain smaller than a hazelnut. A Clark’s nutcracker, 50,000 caches of pine nuts. Every spring, our scrub jays spend hours in silent vigil, spying out the nestbuilding activities of neighborhood birds. They store the information for later exploitation — and even seem to wait to harvest a nest until it’s at the stage of maximum nutritional yield. Hence, today’s poem, written to the jay that’s right now gobbling suet at our window.
JAY, PROVIDING
Button-eyed powder-blue yeller
soundless atop our crape myrtle
seeing, remembering everything,
making ready for May’s harvest
of pale eggs and naked nestlings
April 21, 2011 at 5:53 pm
As far as I know Robert Frost does not maintain a web presence…
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My Art and His
I sew together
little pieces of fabric
into things
hard for me sometimes to believe.
I listen to
Paul Simon
now older, like me.
His art incredible.
He god-like
but familiar.
Mary Beth Frezon 21 April 2011
April 21, 2011 at 7:18 pm
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The red bowling ball looks up at you, expectantly
He smells lightly of finger grime and floor polish, but he has a life
He had a family, once
His brother, a large golden Brunswick, sits proudly behind a glass case
Two of his best friends look on from a nearby shelf
He slowly spins clockwise, drifting toward your feet, until you pick him up
He has a secret to tell
His true love is Pinky, the third pin on the left in Lane Eight
And one day they’ll be together again
He has, in his pocket, two one-way tickets to Maui
April 21, 2011 at 9:14 pm
When
When my time unwinds
into smooth strips of spent days,
I will give myself
to that intimate universe,
the one who says
“There you are!”
and “Someone awaits you!”
and “What took you so long!”
J. Pratt-Walter
April 22, 2011 at 1:27 pm
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My offering for 21:
http://jacquezyon.wordpress.com/2011/04/23/poem21-keepsake/
April 22, 2011 at 8:32 pm
I subverted this prompt pretty hard.
Take a line of poetry
Appropriate it for your own
Don’t think about how thrilled you’d be
If others used your words or tone
A line of poetry you’ll take
And shape into a different thing
You’ll take some plodding words and make
Them dance and float and fly and sing
Your poem starts with a borrowed line
But cite your source, don’t plagiarize
(Although Tom Lehrer thinks it’s fine
And why the good lord made your eyes)
One borrowed line’s an easy start
For metered, rhymed, or unrhymed verse
Some other prompts demanded art-
istry, that thing that you do worst
April 23, 2011 at 12:46 am
Late, but not forgotten! 🙂
http://yearofthebooks.wordpress.com/2011/04/23/poem-a-day-21/
April 23, 2011 at 3:27 pm
No prompt – just freestyle
http://mizadventurez.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-twenty-oneoh-daddy.html
April 25, 2011 at 8:14 am