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Prompt #125, It’s Post Your Poems Day!

October 3, 2012


Streams of consciousness

We Write Poems:  

Write a “stream of consciousness” poem. That was the prompt. This prompt is both easy and challenging. More than usual I’d like to say don’t get attached to your result, or that it must be a “poem” by some set of customary rules. While I always regard this as true, all the more so for this prompt – the process matters more than the result. Implicit for me, all prompts are also “exercises” in not only the craft of writing but our willingness to observe and express. The first person to discover and learn something new, we always wish, will be yourself. We celebrate an attempt at something challenging that falls on its face as much as not. Participation is what counts the most in our process here.

We do hope that our general suggestions made some difference for you this week. Think of a large box of crayons, maybe many yet unused, and so what colors did you find working on our prompt? Any result gets a gold star! Time now to share, with our thanks.


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.

    • October 3, 2012 10:56 am

      I will comment here. For some reason I cannot comment with wp id at blogspot.

      What a gorgeous poem. This expanded my thinking of consciousness as more than stream but like a big ocean swimming about us. Enjoyed natural flow of words and line breaks.

  1. October 3, 2012 1:49 am

    How we Love our Lies : by Sabio Lantz (thanx for reading)

  2. October 3, 2012 1:51 am

    Sorry, forgot the link:

    How we Love our Lies : by Sabio Lantz (thanx for reading)

  3. October 3, 2012 1:51 am

    Well, I didn’t pick a theme and mull, but I did send my internal editor out for a beer.

  4. Andra Negroiu permalink
    October 3, 2012 4:31 am

    Hi! I wrote two poems for this prompt:

    I’ll return later tonight to read all the submissions.


    • October 3, 2012 12:14 pm

      I have to learn how to leave blogspot comments. For now I reply here.

      Like how the hands tell the story. So many beautiful images, especially like ‘A soap bubble like a Chinese lantern is being raised tonight,’. This is one of those lines I wish I had created. Beautiful poem. I will observe my A.M. coffee more carefully tomorrow.

      • October 3, 2012 3:45 pm

        Thank you for your comment! I’m glad you liked the poem. I, too, believe that the line about the soap bubbles is my favorite – I completely love them! You should try writing a poem about your morning coffee too – I’m curious to see what it would sound like.
        P.S. You can comment on my blog regardless of whether you have a WordPress account. Just write your comment in the box below the poem, and choose whichever option suits you best from the box which says “Comment as” (the easiest ones are name/URL or Anonymous).

  5. October 3, 2012 5:17 am

    I think this is a case of be careful of what you ask for…as you may just get it.

    Busy day ahead, back later to read. Cheers… Oh just to add some humor I posted this limerick comment on another’s site and hope it brightens up this space:

    Me, I’m not a ‘jackass’
    Or an ‘elephant’ to pass gas
    Politics to me are wonky, statistically speaking
    Those ‘beastie’ guys and gals do way too much preaching
    I’m just a human member of the working class.

    • October 3, 2012 12:20 pm

      M in Canada. Understand the weariness of ‘politics as usual’ and was getting a big bogged but the hopefulness at the ending made me think that it’s necessary we participate in democracy. Thank-you.

  6. October 3, 2012 5:25 am

    Just my usual, actually.

    breathe in the roses

  7. October 3, 2012 5:36 am

    Another Moon Poem

    A pale sliver of the once full moon
    hovers over a slag heap in the deserted quarry.
    Badlands, all of them, but the moon’s imagination
    has turned them all to enchanted castles waiting
    for the return of the knights
    on their horses waving
    their banners,
    And all the ladies, waiting
    centuries perhaps, or
    only yesterday—

    what do we have to offer
    to the new moon who, as predicted
    has decided not to remain, but to settle
    elsewhere until she is her old
    plump self and doesn’t need castles
    or mountains of rusted metal
    in dark fields waiting
    for the gate to be unlocked
    and the earth, too, to fill
    like the arms of lovers when they return
    from their long desperate searching
    for the place that once was holy.

    • October 3, 2012 6:39 am

      Marian, this is beautiful!

    • October 3, 2012 1:43 pm

      I agree, Marian!! So rich…

      Love this portion:

      ” until she is her old
      plump self and doesn’t need castles
      or mountains of rusted metal
      in dark fields waiting”

    • October 3, 2012 2:52 pm

      I like that it is the moon’s imagination.

    • October 3, 2012 3:50 pm

      It so interesting how most stream of consciousness poems have a certain cyclicity about them. Your poem is filled with lovely permutations of these imaginary moonlit lands.

    • October 3, 2012 4:26 pm

      Fascinating — Who’d have thought a quarry and crusaders could get into the same poem!

      • October 4, 2012 2:26 am

        i agree with everyone before me, Marian! this is just a lovely poem on its own, without knowing it was stream of consciousness! wonderful!

  8. October 3, 2012 6:39 am

    It looks like there might be another day of this: Here in the City, it is Raining

  9. October 3, 2012 12:53 pm

    Yeah!! I wrote for We Write Poems! Loved this prompt…thank you!

  10. October 3, 2012 4:21 pm

    Fascinating — Who’d have thought a quarry and crusaders could get into the same poem!

  11. October 3, 2012 4:28 pm

    Neil — you really need to get Mr. Linky! Doing it this way is awkward.

  12. October 4, 2012 2:10 am

    this is only about the third time i’ve tried to write a stream of consciousness poem….

  13. October 4, 2012 4:07 am

    Long title, short poem.

    what’s the nature inside the nature of one wolf?

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