Today’s prompt from Fran asked us to consider the whole of our lives and concentrate on details and symbols instead of people. I used my ancestry results to inspire my poem.
Finding Home
Weaving Stories of Liberation: A Found Poem Inspired by Art
Erica’s prompt yesterday was to write a poem inspired by art or the placard related to the artwork. The artwork “Ascent to Ethiopia” by Lois Mailou Jones (1932) pulled me in. I read a short blog about this artist to inspire my poem.
Lois Mailou Jones 1932
A Sevenling Poem for Juneteenth
Leilya’s prompt was so much fun to explore. She asked us to try writing a sevenling poem. This form consists of two 3-lined stanzas (6 lines) that compare/contrast something, and the final and 7th line is the punchline, the summation or an unusual juxtaposition.
In honor of Juneteenth, I wrote this sevenling poem today.
EcoPoetry
Today, Jennifer’s prompt was to write about the environment. I had flashbacks of my sister and me digging for hours at the beach, hoping to reach China. I remembered how clean the beach was when we were children. Now, our beaches are ruined by litter and toxic waste.
Here is a nonet in honor of a sweet childhood memory.
“What About Your Friends?”
Today, Jessica prompted us to write about friendships. I have had the pleasure of being in friendship with my “sisterfriends” for 49 years. Marvin Gaye’s song, God is My Friend, inspired my poem along with memories of last week’s Girls Night. Here’s to my friends!
April 30th: Thirty Thanks
Today, our final day of National Poetry Month, Sarah asked us to write whatever we choose. I chose to revisit the prompt earlier in the month when we were allowed to break the rules.
April 29th: Rewrite, Redo
Scott’s prompt was to rewrite/redo a past event and recreate it or revise it. I used one of his mentor texts by William J. Harris called Why Did It to inspire my poem.
April 27th: Place Tells Me To Be
Today’s prompt from Chea nudged me all day. She asked us to write about who we are and how we came to be from places we’ve been. Place for me is more than location, it’s time.
April 26th: “Borrowed Lines”
Donnetta gave us the freedom to borrow a line/s from a poem to inspire our writing today. I have always enjoyed borrowing a line but I didn’t expect my line to come from a podcast this morning. To write my modified Golden Shovel, I borrowed “old limbs keep falling even when no wind stirs” from Helen Pruitt Wallace’s poem, To the Buyer of Our Old Home.
April 24th: Forensic Poetry
We were tasked today to dig into our junk drawers to find our inspiration!
