Prompt #89, It’s Post Your Poems Day!

Respond to this…

We Write Poems:  
So you’re standing on that stage and the lights go down, or come up, or the spot lands on you. Then you have a clear inner sight in response to the director’s prompt, or you don’t and you’re just winging it, or the words just seem to come all of themselves from your mouth. You see, there’s really no “wrong way” to respond to this prompt, except that the invitation was to respond in some immediate and visceral manner. Maybe even surprise ourselves in the process!

The seed for this process and prompt was a single line from a diary. (Please refer back to the original posting for the full prompt.) We hope that perhaps you took this opportunity to respond in a more emotive rather than rational manner. Can we be both writer and audience to our own poems, a process of unexpected self discovery? Your time now to respond.

Don’t have a poem yet? Perhaps read a few done by others here, be inspired. There’s still plenty of time to discover a poem for yourself!

Leave the links to your poems in the comments of this post, then go visit your fellow writers’ sites and read their work. Remember to leave only positive comments in the spirit of sharing and not critiquing. We look forward to reading your poems!

Please remember to include a link with your blog poem post that links right back to here, this “Post Your Poems Day”, so that others reading your poem can also share in this community poem experience – maybe even someone new to We Write Poems!

If you are new to WWP, please be welcome to look around and read. The full prompt description you can find under “Recent Posts” on the top right of our page.

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22 Responses to “Prompt #89, It’s Post Your Poems Day!”

  1. Irene Says:

    Is this site going dark?

    Dulce et decorum est

    • neil reid Says:

      No, not dark, but we will carry the banner as you can see. The timing just seemed inappropriate for going dark, but the concern is valid and I do suggest folks follow the banner link to learn more – and respond.

      neil

  2. neil reid Says:

    Well the prompt does say, need not be literal, and I take that to heart. When I looked or listened this is the response I found. Good I think not to hold “answers” tightly in hand. So it is…

    mosaic incantations

  3. Donald Harbour Says:

    Doggone it Neil, you did it again, you threw us a brain teaser. To get started I had to drink two fingers of single malt (or so) to write this one (I have no heat in my poetry writing hovel, keeps me alert). After that handshake with Scotch I started singing with a brogue so my poem became a ballad for old times sake and the “The Youth of 1916″.

  4. Caerlynn Nash Says:

    Hey all. My first submission: http://bit.ly/xbM7X0. Enjoy!

  5. wordsandthoughtspjs Says:

    Here is my take on the prompt…

    Pamela
    “The Kitchen Walls”

  6. The Happy Amateur Says:

    Hi,
    I posted my link in the wrong place… Here it is again:
    http://www.thehappyamateur.com/2012/01/forever-young.html
    Thank you again for the prompt.

  7. Walt Wojtanik Says:

    The irst thoughts may not have been the right ones, but they evoked an image. Find it here:

    http://wojisme.wordpress.com/2012/01/12/dance-no-more/

  8. pmwanken Says:

    Here’s my go at responding…with “Stage Fright”…

    http://whenwordsescape.wordpress.com/2012/01/18/stage-fright/

    ~Paula

  9. Marian Veverka Says:

    this is the poem which goes with the response I posted on the other page
    “…I realized that all the boys…I had danced with are dead”

    And do you remember the music?
    How bright and gay it was
    And laughter, yes, they laughed
    All those brave doomed boys
    Now can you feel
    The pressure of their arms about your waist:?
    Your tiny toes and their big feet in their
    Private ballet of following the pattern
    They had been told when they were children
    And how they had hated the dancing school
    , but they did as they were told
    And danced with the little girls, their friends
    And one day not too long ago
    Something stirred inside them and the girls
    Became exciting, mysterious
    ancient battlements to be explored…
    And so their last night on English soil
    They spent dancing with the girls, their loves some
    Even become wives and mothers but most were young
    And kept their youngness until the skeleton face
    Of war intruded in your dreams of love and ripped away
    All hope, all love, your future shrunk to nothing
    In those lines and you began to name the dead
    Those who you would never see again
    All taken away and what kind of world
    Was this you lived in –
    Small, narrow, empty
    Alone for the rest of your life – alone.

  10. wayne Says:

    here is mine ..for #89..also in conjunction with 3word wednsday..using words silver..freak and downhill
    http://waynepitchko.blogspot.com/2012/01/isadora-going-downhill.html


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