Showing posts with label poetry prompts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry prompts. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

INANIMATE OBJECTS TALK




My brother Tim and I started trying to spur each other on to write more. He sent me a prompt that I enjoyed and want to share with you.

This is the email he sent to me:

I got this app for me phone called "Writing Prompts". We could use it as something to work from each week. I just opened it up and it says, "Inanimate objects in your room communicate at night."

We decided on seven words per line as the form, keeping it simple since it was our first joint effort.

HERE IS MY TRY:

WHY HE LOVES COFFEE by tex norman

The book by the bed said, “Not
much was read. Hey pillow is
he asleep?”

“Yeah,”replied pillow, “but not
deeply. His head bobs like a boat
moored on a windy night.”

“He’s got
restless leg syndrome, or so I suspect,”
said the bedclothes.”

“Well, if you saw
through his eyes,” the glasses explained,
“you’d see what he sees, you’d know
what he knows, you’d get why he
is troubled in sleep.”

“And why?” asked
the digital clock. “Will the glasses share
their insight? You know time is always
running out.”

“He gets that,” said his
journal.“He knows his time alive is
short, and that has magnified his shortcomings,
intensified his regrets, and shame waits for
him to sleep, so while he rests,
shame nibbles and gnaws on his guts.”

Hiscoffee cup asked, “Am I the
only one here willing to comfort him?”

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Forty Poetry or Journaling Prompts


Forty Poetry Prompts

 

 












Here are 40 ideas for writing a poem, or as a prompt for a personal essay.  If you want to make it a funny poem, try using rhyme.  If you get stuck on a rhyming word use the following link as your on line rhyming dictionary:  http://www.rhymezone.com/

 

Write about...

 

1.     being underwater

2.     a person whose life you're curious about

3.     your mother's perfume

4.     trouble sleeping or waking up

5.     growing older

6.     the feeling of getting lost in a book

7.     telling someone, like a grandchild, how to know when you're in love

8.     a bad dream

9.     tell a ghost story or something about the occult. Even if you don’t believe                    in that stuff it can be fiction.

10. your mother’s whistling.

11. an important life choice you've made

12. spring, summer, fall, or winter

13. something most people see as ugly but which you see as beautiful

14. a n emotion that you have struggled with, such as jealousy, or worry

15. becoming a parent, or a grandparent, or a great grandparent

16. an event that changed you

17. a place you visited -- how you imagined it beforehand, and what it was actually like

18. the ocean, or huge storm from your childhood

19. forgetting [i.e. does it get scary when you first notice you are forgetting stuff a lot?]

20. the speed of light

21. someone with a skill: doll maker, weaver, painter, et cetera.

22. reflections in a window

23. a newspaper headline recently or one important one from you past

24. holding your breath

25. a specific color

26. your greatest fear

27. time travel and how or why you would travel to a particular time and place

28. a particular toy you had as a child

29. being invisible, maybe it is just people not seeing you for some reason when you are clearly right there in front of them.

30. a time you felt homesick

31. telling someone about something that is hard to tell

32. about birthdays [i.e. birthday candles: how they matter to children who get few of them, and they don’t matter at all old people who get a whole bunch of them.

33. a favorite food and a specific memory of eating it

34. an imaginary city

35. losing your ability to sing, or giving up driving

36. imagine life in an aquarium

37. pick a Bible verse and tell how it give insight into something that happened to you.

38. write about falling two ways:  a physical fall, and something that was a downfall

39. what a computer might daydream about

40. your grandmother's hands

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Poetry Prompt: Emotional and Feelings are Visitors.

I read a quote I wish I’d read in high school.  I don’t have the exact quote in front of me, but it went something like this:  Feelings are visitors, they come and they go.”  Write a poem about a frequent emotional visitor.  This could be a good visitor, a positive or pleasurable emotion that has left you, and you could talk about what made it leave.  It could be a negative emotion that keeps coming into your life.  How do you get that emotion to leave?  Why does it keep coming back?  What do you do if this uninvited guest just won’t leave you?
Form Suggestions:
Make this a FREE verse sonnet.
  • Put 10 syllables in each line, but the beat of each line is free.  Make the rhythm of the line just sound good to you. 
  • Write 14 of these 10 syllable lines.
  • If you want to do what Shakespeare often did for his monologues on stage, end with a rhyming couplet as a way of signaling that the poem is done.
OR write it however you like:  free verse, traditional sonnet, a blank verse monologue, a dialogue between you and the emotion, short, long, whatever you feel inspired to try.
NOTE:  since there are a lot of visitors this could actually be used for lots of your emotions and then you would have a chapbook, or perhaps a full book of poetry.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Write a poem about your pillow.

Write a poem about your pillow.  It can be as serious or funny as you like.  If you pick funny see if you can write some rhyming cat in the hat like work.  But serious can be perhaps easier.  I heard on TV that your pillow can double in weight due to dut mite excrement.  As a kid I remember how I would get hot and throughout the night I was flipping my pillow to the cool side.   Think of all the dreams hatched on your pillow, or lovers who shared your pillow, or children who rested on your pillow, or times when your significant other hit you in the face.  Think of your pillow as a witness to some aspect of your life.  Perhaps you have cried on your pillow.  Maybe you like to read while propped up on your pillow. Maybe a pillow played some role in your sex life.  Count the pillows on your bed.  Count the pillows in your house.  Imagine a functional pillow debating a decorative pillow.  Has a pillow ever played an important role in your past?

Here is my pillow effort:

MY PILLOW  by tex norman

                As a child I had pillows
stuffed with feathers.
I was before foam-rubber was common.
I was during the time when feather’s were common
and pillows were filled with bird magic.
Sometimes, in the night, I would feel something sticking me.
I used my fingers like tweezers and pinched the point and
pulled.  Out came a feather. It was my explanation for
how my dreams traveled, not on wings, but on feathers.
My dreams drifted.  My dreams responded to the slightest
hint of a movement.  My head filled with the impossible
and it seem all so totally, absolutely possible.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Boomer Poetry Prompt: More Ranting Poetry

On June 25, 1857, French poet Charles Baudelaire published his book Les Fleurs du Mal (Flowers of Evil).
This collection of poetry led to his conviction on charges of blasphemy and obscenity.
Here's a sample of Mr. Baudelaire’s nasty poetry:

"Huddled, teeming, like gut-worms by the million,
A clutch of Demons make whoopee in our brain
and, when we breath,
Death floods our lungs, an invisible torrent,
muffled in groans.
" Get good and dark:

You can find some translations on line if you are willing to read a bit from Flowers of Evil
You can purchase the book on line: 


If you just want to vent, then write a short venting poem.  Unleash the gut-worms!  Remember the movie Network?  The protagonist was “mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more.”

Write a poetry rant.  You can read more of Flowers of Evil, or just sound off on what pisses you off.
Here is one of my rants.  I won first place for this work in a coffee house poetry slam.

Bra Ads  By tex norman

I stand before you
a man racked with guilt
and shame
that came
(or so I felt)
from my Calvinistic, blackbelt,
fundamentalist
father.  He wasn’t much fun,
but he certainly was mental.
He could make a hard-shell Baptist
look like a godless ACLU liberal.
No lie.
So all my life I
have felt like a hopeless
and helplessly unworthy one
living in the State of SIN,
the black sheep of my family.
Despite, however, the
the religious oppression of my family
we did have porn in
our house.  It was called
the Sears & Roebuck Catalogue,
containing seventeen provocative pages
of brassieres for all sizes and ages.
Back in 1950-twelve, I
perused those over (and under) developed bra models
modeling bra, after bra, after buh-buh-buh bra.
I could sit for hours imagining
their hoooo-haaahs.
Back then there was a poplar song
about an “itsy-bitz,
teeny-weenie-
yellow-polka-dot bikini”
that prompted Sears to add
three pages of two-piece
bra-topped swimming suits
added, I thought, just for me
adding to me variety.
Then, one day, all my fears
came true.
I got caught
while scrutinizing a brassiere
that hooked (oh, my god)
in the front.  You know,
between the left hoooo and the right haaah.
My father saw what I was seeing.
There must’ve been like 57 hooo-haaahs
on each page
and I was of an age
my daddy thought too
young to
be forming such mummeries
so daddy worked himself into a
brew-ha-ha
like rage reciting scripture
about how impure
my thoughts were.  He
threw scripture at me
like one of those onward Christian Soldiers
lobbing verse grenades.
“The Apostle Paul wrote
in his First Letter to the Corinthians
that, ‘it is good not to touch a woman.’”
When a guy says something like that
you can’t help but wonder,
“Had Paul ever tried it?”
Then my daddy quoted Jesus, who said,
“It is adultery to look at the bust
and to lust.”
Finally, my father bemoaned those cross your heart
Playtex living bra ads on TV.
But I have to say
it seemed to me
that those television bra ads were directed right at me.
Their very name was a Direct Address.
Listen carefully
I’m sure you’ll hear it:
“PLAYTEX”
                “Play tex”
                              Play                tex!”


Friday, July 26, 2013

Definition Poetry



This is a word count poem of 25 words.
The pattern is like this:  The poem is 9 lines lone and each line has a set number of words:

  1. One Word--------The first word is the word you are going to define.
  2. Two Words------Followed by the words defining line one.
  3. Three Words
  4. Four Words
  5. Five Words
  6. Four Words
  7. Three Words
  8. Two Words
  9. One Word--------Then if possible use a synonym for line one 
                                      or some cleaver ending.



Example but when you are done you can eliminate the numbers:
  1. DOUBT                                  --by tex norman
  2. When you
  3. ask a child
  4. who ate the cookie
  5. and the child says they
  6. have no idea and
  7. yet they are
  8. chewing something
  9. crunchy. 
Just try defining some short common words or unusual words in this manner.  It could be enough for a book all by itself.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Write a Sestina


This form of poetry, the Sestina, is  derived from the Italian sesto (sixth).

History.

The Sestina first showed up as a French form. The Sestina was one of several very complex forms that has regained some use among American poets. 

Form.
In a traditional Sestina:

The lines are grouped into six sestets [or 6 line stanzas] and a concluding tercet [a 3 line stanza]. Thus a Sestina has 39 lines.

Lines may be of any length but usually the length of the lines are consistent in length within a single poem.

The end of each of each line in that first stanza matters because the words are repeated in differing patterns through each stanza.  The six words that end each of the lines of the first stanza are repeated in a different order at the end of lines in each of the subsequent five stanzas.

There is one possible exception.  Some writers will used homonyms to add verity in the poem. 

For example “write” could be used in one stanza and when the word comes around again it could be “right” and it could be “rite” another time.
This homonym aspect is not done by all or even most writers using this form, but it something you can consider doing if you want.  It is permitted by the form.

The particular pattern is given below. (This kind of recurrent pattern is "lexical repetition".)

While some writers have written rhymed sestinas, my suggestion is not to add a further complication to an already complicated form, unless that is just something that you enjoy.   In your first few efforts make your repeated words unrhymed.

The first line of each sestet after the first ends with the same word as the one that ended the last line of the sestet before it.

In the closing tercet, each of the six words are used, with one in the middle of each line and one at the end.

The pattern of word-repetition is as follows, where the words that end the lines of the first sestet are represented by the numbers "1 2 3 4 5 6":


  1 2 3 4 5 6         - End words of lines in first sestet.
  6 1 5 2 4 3         - End words of lines in second sestet.
  3 6 4 1 2 5         - End words of lines in third sestet.
  5 3 2 6 1 4         - End words of lines in fourth sestet.
  4 5 1 3 6 2         - End words of lines in fifth sestet.
  2 4 6 5 3 1         - End words of lines in sixth sestet.
  (6 2) (1 4) (5 3)   - Middle and end words of lines in tercet.

Your Composition.

The repetition of words in a Sestina makes this form a good match for a story that uses common speech, for in conversation the repetition of key words is common. The Sestina is a more "natural" form than the 

Villanelle (which is comparatively artificial in repeating whole lines).
The writer of a Sestina (as with the Villanelle) can use the repetition to delve more deeply into the material. Each stanza can revisit that material and show more facets of what the poet feels.

As with other forms, try the traditional form first. Once you have mastered that, you are ready for your own variations.

Here are some steps to take in creating a Sestina:

1.      Decide upon six words that are your candidates for the words that will repeat. I recommend concrete nouns (e.g., wool, chimney, lozenge, floor) and active verbs (e.g., climbs, opens).
2.     Alternatively, begin by writing a 6-line poem that you want to expand into a Sestina. Reorganize that sestet if appropriate to get more interesting end-words.
3.     On a large blank sheet of paper (or, if you prefer, on a new computer text file) write the end words for the first stanza, leaving space to complete the line:


                                                      1
                                                      2
                                                      3
                                                      4
                                                      5
                                                      6

Do the same for the second sestet and so on:

                                                      6
                                                      1
                                                      5
                                                      2
                                                      4
                                                      3

Then for the tercet, write the appropriate two words per line, e.g.:


                           6                          2

Be sure to follow the above guidelines for form. You will then have written 1 or 2 words in each of the 39 lines of the whole poem!

4.  Now write the stanzas, using the stepping stones provided by the chosen words.

5.   Sometimes a writer finds that a later stanza is a much stronger one than her first one, and she wants to move that later stanza to the start of the poem. That's fine! Simply move as a block your strong stanza and all the sestets that follow it (down to and not including the tercet). Preserve their sequence, and put them at the start, before what was previously the first sestet.

Check the pattern of end-words. You should find that the Sestina's pattern is still in order (even though a different word is now word "1", etc.) for all the sestets. Then make appropriate adjustments to the placement of your 6 chosen words in the final tercet.

6.    As with all formal poems nowadays, it is vital that the form does not "drive" your poem. If the rhyme scheme and form begin to feel forced, then the poem's content must be asserted.

7.  Traditionally, one keeps the same line length, as that gives the rhythmic repetition that the ear associates with music. It also gives a pleasant appearance on the page. Sometimes a writer wants to vary the line length in order to challenge the listener's or reader's expectations: that is fine if you do it deliberately. Just don't be lazy and cut lines short or run them on because you can't be bothered to fix your poem's problems.

8.  Traditionally, one keeps the same end words. You can modify them, or replace them with off-rhymed words, etc. The less you follow the traditional form, the less you can claim to have written a Sestina. Again, only break the form's rules because you choose to, not because you lack the skills and devotion to make your poem work in the traditional form.
Example.

Inner Child  by Paula Swanson

In the unrestrained laughter of children,
is the exalted, purity of joy.
Just seeing that first Crocus of the Spring
or kittens, their antics, exuberant.
You can't help but smile, in wonderment,
at the abundance of simple pleasures.

To watch vibrant sunsets, brings great pleasure.
As does a phone call, from both my children.
I'll recall their eyes, filled with wonderment,
and their squeals, as fresh snow fall, brought pure joy.
Their young minds, bounding with exuberance,
playing outside, in the warm days of Spring.

I love new baby animals at spring.
Their mothers, showing them off, with pleasure.
Playing, jumping, with such exuberance.
I am happy to have all the children,
with which to share these adventures and joy.
To see their eyes, grow big in wonderment.

I remember my own childhood wonders.
Seeing big rainbows in the skies of Spring.
Hearing birds, in the morning, sing with joy.
Watching mom, tend her roses, with pleasure.
My Grandmother, would send out us children,
to go play and use up our exuberance.

Now it's Grandchildren, with exuberance,
that find, in their lives, so much to wonder.
See the world through the eyes of a child,
the seasons; Winter, Fall, Summer and Spring.
I can't think of anything more pleasant,
than to watch them, their lives, filled with such joy.

Life in the desert, has brought me much joy.
Thunderstorms, beat my heart, exuberant.
My heart and soul, revived, with the pleasures.
Rugged beauty, fills my mind with wonder.
As life giving rains, that herald the Spring,
welcomes all of natures newborn children.

I find joy and exuberance abound,
in the pleasures and wonders within life.
That spring forth, from the child, within me.



Here is an example for my own work.  It comes from a verse novel I wrote and there is a scene where there is a funeral for a family killed in a murder suicide. 


From Zounds [a verse novel] by tex norman


An hour later it was time to start.
A hundred people came, a lot of them
were friends of Mattie and Miranda,
kids from school, but not too many friends
of Bobby showed. They were too young
to be exposed to these rituals of death.
All the kids from Madrigals were there.
For kids that talk almost all the time
at school, this scene was odd ‘cause no one
seemed to have a thing to say. Everyone
was secretly relieved when the preacher
stood and cleared his throat.

The Funeral  (a sustina)

“Blessed be our God – Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
And blessed be His Kingdom, now and forever.
My name is Pastor Joseph Fite. and I am here
to lead us in celebration of the life
of Megan Weeks, a woman filled with love,
and for four children, three of which are dead.

“We thank our God that Tiffany is not dead,
Such a loss as this can wound the spirit.
We’re in shock and questioning God’s love.
Yes, five are dead, but they’re not dead forever.
No, I believe there is an after-life.
Young people listen! I need you to hear

“but what’s even more important, you need to hear
that those we honor here today are not dead.
This may be the first time in your life
that someone you know has given up their Spirit,
and most of us are taught death lasts forever.
How could a God of love

“allow this to happen? Where is God’s love?
We’re hurting, Lord! There’s too much suffering here!
It’s more than we can take! They’re dead. Forever.
Aren’t we taught this fact about the dead?
That’s wrong! Wrong, because we don’t have a Spirit.
You think, “Hey, preacher, what about eternal life?’

“Yes, young people, I believe in life
eternal. I believe our God’s a God of love.
But we don’t have a spirit. We are Spirit.
We are Spirits that have bodies while we’re here.
Our soul wears our body. But once we’re dead
the soul discards the body, living on forever.

“God made us Spirits, so we could live forever.
That’s how He gave us our eternal life.
Yes, we miss our loved ones when they’re dead.
It hurts, of course, being separated from their love.
Our Spirits dress in flesh while we are here,
but we are not our flesh. We’re Spirit,

“and our Spirit lives forever.
We wear our bodies like space suits, our life
support is God’s love. We do not die.”


A Last Word.

Just because you start with the intention of writing a Sestina, you do not have to keep your poem in that form if it does not work for you. Your attempt to write a formal poem may help you find words that you would not have found otherwise. And you may decide that you choose to end up with a poem in a different form, perhaps even a prose poem.