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prompt 168 a poem you can’t think about?

August 1, 2013

last week’s prompt was somewhat complex in process, yet easy (we think) to actually do. mirror image this time around. the source material for this poem prompt couldn’t be more elemental and simple – it just happens without your intention and constantly. however. (big however!) getting that raw material into observation and written down will be a genuine challenge (we think).

so alright, what’s the big deal?
in any given moment we have a sense of ourselves within that moment which includes a myriad of experiential sense. this is all before or without any “thought”. thoughtfulness requires more time than would be possible to include all we experience. thought by comparison is slow and tedious (fast as we might think it is, it isn’t). so we’re somewhat asking you for the impossible!
pick a moment.  any moment.  pay close attention.  (don’t think about watching, just observe) what did you hear? surely, many sounds. what did you see, fixed or moving or barely glimpsed? what did you feel physically, warm or cool, was there a breeze on your skin, in your hair? was the sun bright or cloudy? how about your stomach, your feet? what were your fingers touching and feeling? was someone speaking to you? how about your elemental emotional feelings? what thoughts were beginning to form? (doubt they had time to coalesce before the moment changed again) that’s scratching the surface.
so it’s a trap you see. because now we’re asking you to describe (paint, sing, dance) that moment’s sense. but you can only now do that with memory and thought. (no fair) (but there’s the challenge of thinking and writing, huh?) as best as you’re able, write and describe that moment’s experience without putting thoughts in the driver’s seat.
there is so much richness of experience available to us, yet most gets ignored or immediately lost. see how much you can connect with in writing your poem this week. it may well take you a number of attempts to more fully open this door. (but herein is the experience of life for which we thirst. do you think?)
take what you observe. refrain from evaluation or editing. it is all worthwhile. it is the whole. nothing is more or less important than anything else.
make your poem from this.  we don’t care about form or any of that stuff.  write.

  1. aprille permalink
    August 2, 2013 4:57 am

    So helpful for getting me back to writing. Thank you. This was what I felt last night when out for a walk round the gardens last night after dark. Do I now take it a stage further?

  2. August 5, 2013 12:27 pm

    Wow! This was difficult. Trying to remember and write about Sunday, December 18, 1994 was a task in and of itself.


  3. August 5, 2013 8:47 pm

    Hey, I echo Nicole.

    Sophie channels Madame Sosostris

  4. August 7, 2013 6:30 am

    I was away…almost missed this wonderful opportunity: Better late as the saying goes…

    • August 7, 2013 6:32 am

      This was while I was away…but the moment is unfortunately etched in my brain…
      perhaps now that ‘it’ has a voice I won’t have nightmares…much less any lingering memories 🙂

  5. August 7, 2013 6:51 am

    Okay. You’ve gone done it this time.

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