A poem-a-day for National Poetry Month

Prompt #26: Quiet Windows

Today’s prompt is brought to us by Miss Gina Williams:

Turn off the noise. Go to a window. Write what you see, feel and/or want in a stream-of-consciousness form.


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!

20 responses

  1. Glistening microcosm fresh with rain
    My ears are full
    The noise an animal I cannot bribe
    Cannot kill
    Cannot rise above
    One boy with pride and love and all his senses
    One without any of those
    How can I create
    When only I have read the rules?

    April 25, 2011 at 10:58 pm

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  3. Well, that was quick: http://wp.me/pbg4K-5i.

    April 26, 2011 at 1:03 am

  4. Oh, what a lovely prompt. I already did something for today, but I’m going to follow Gina’s prompt now too.

    Willsin, that’s stunning.

    April 26, 2011 at 2:43 am

  5. dorlamoorehouse

    Blah. Having an off-morning. Hoping tomorrow will be better! http://dorlamoorehouse.com/2011/04/26/napowrimo-day-26-3/

    April 26, 2011 at 3:32 am

  6. Bill Noble

    Two dear friends came over last night, brought us supper and conversation, and after I made them maracuja tea . . . and indulged myself in feeling a little blue after the house fell quiet again. That’s where this very slight poem came from.


    Fill the cup
    with water near to boil
    and flood the room:

    passionfruit, rose hip,
    pear and apple,
    this tea I drink

    when the sun dims
    and nothing
    can save me

    but far dreams
    and remembrance
    of the fruitful world

    April 26, 2011 at 7:23 am

  7. My stream of consciousness ramblings for the day..


    April 26, 2011 at 10:38 am

  8. Windows around here haven’t been terribly quiet. I don’t mind. I love the storms (with the caveat that I’ve not suffered the painful after-effects).

    Not entirely stream of conscious, but related to many other streams. Also related to the Poetic Asides leader/follower prompt.

    two leaders meet here
    between their poles a flashed trail
    where followers charge


    April 26, 2011 at 1:06 pm

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  10. A second poem, second day running; I’m going to miss this 🙂 This one is even weirder.


    April 26, 2011 at 1:40 pm

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  13. I Sit Up In Bed At The Open Window

    The slightest breeze sounds
    yet where moves the air and trees?
    But for the whisper, the birch is still.

    Down the road, the peepers
    calling calling calling
    filling their pool with life.

    In the birch a bird stirs
    just a ruffle of feathers
    the foot shuffle, blinking, then sleep again.

    That curious sound: pad pad pad
    A cat comes up the steps;
    determined, stealthy. Silence. Up on bed.

    The stars shine behind
    the birch’s smallest branches
    the dark Way making the leaves gleam

    The rumble of a car
    pulling in late, down the road.
    Then just my breath.

    The workroom clock ticks.
    The late night train calls out.
    a dog barks twice and once.

    This perfect late Spring night
    balanced relaxed waiting
    The night dissolves into the night.

    Mary Beth Frezon 26 April 2011

    April 26, 2011 at 7:26 pm

  14. A Mallard steps into the stream
    Shifting through wet bark dust and eating bits of nothing
    Two drakes close beside her absorbed in conversation
    And the squirrel stretches forward
    Gathering to his full tea-mud colored height
    Looking into the window with passive hands

    April 26, 2011 at 9:11 pm

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  16. Geez I’m so behind…going backwards to catch up.


    April 27, 2011 at 4:30 am

  17. Jennifer P-W

    Aided by the prompt:

    Dew drop? Cottonwood?
    What is the password to life?
    Eyes within eyes see…

    April 27, 2011 at 9:14 am