Choose one of these paintings from above, and create a poem motivated by the portrait. There is no required poetic form. This is a very open prompt, simply requiring the use of one of Hellesen’s portraits as a jumping off point for your creativity. https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/23/an-artist-gets-his-due/
I sit and think back to that day on the train music and mayhem dance on my brain the smell in the air of sweat, gas and oil No need to fret I’m not one to toil I’d rather relax and take a smoke with a gal I remember that day I remember it all.
OK, dVersers, it is time to play. Play pat-a-cake with the cat. Draw chalk cartoons on the sidewalk. Flirt in your head with your fantasy lover. Be a Formula One race car driver. Go out and dance under the moon with the faeries. Choose any which way and have fun with it!
One of my favorite things to do when I was a kid was read and I loved The Cat in the Hat. I have written my fair share of fan-fiction and when I saw this prompt I thought it would work well.
The Cat Comes To Play
The Cat in the Hat took out his bag Something he took to the kids on the block The bag had some things like marbles and jacks, Barbies, and tickety-tockity clocks
He put on his dress up and offered the kids some jewels and some real fancy shoes He let them win games like chess and some cards Even though he himself hated to lose
He had many books that he wanted to read but he let the kids make up their mind if they wanted to sit and read just like him or hide in the places where he couldn’t find
The Cat in the Hat took the kids out to play and brought chalk and ropes they had to jump He thought that he’d win if he ran in the mud but they laughed when he slipped and fell on his rump.
When time came to stop because Mom would be home The Cat and the kids were so sad But The Cat told the kids that he’d be back again soon and what a great time he had had.
Limbs pruned from the large, green pine severed from the roots cut so deeply As if a door has shut out all light and an immanent cold settles All spatial reasoning gone rationed by the falling snow Any breath is a deviation from the warmth and beauty of spring’s sweet air and peaceful breeze
Good evening, Pub Poets! Lisa here to welcome you to Prosery: the prompt where we write prose based on some given lines of poetry. This can be flash-fiction or creative non-fiction, but it cannot exceed 144 words in total (not including the title) and must not be poetry (no versification, line breaks, metre, etc.) https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/16/dverse-prosery-everything-is-stitched/ Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Melody looked straight ahead as the doctor poked and prodded, trying to feel for a tender spot.
“Does it hurt here?”
“No, towards the back a little, down a bit.”
“Did you get your appendix out, Melody?”
“Yeah, do you think it has something to do with that?”
“Well, typically the appendix is taken out of the front of the abdomen but there could have been other circumstances. When I perform an appendectomy my work is much more precise than this scar.”
“I don’t know what they did honestly. It was after a car accident and I was passing out and waking up every few minutes it felt like.”
“Well, I will have the nurse check your chart. It definitely wasn’t my work. Everything I do is stitched with its color and the appendix to me is purple.”
Listening to my inner child The words are bold The feelings come fully The hurt The pain The sadness The feelings come fully The joy The delight The sheer bliss My inner child knows The truths And all of the secrets I hold.
Shining Through (1982) The Lonely Lady (1983) Under the Cherry Moon (1986) Cocktail (1988) Indecent Proposal (1993) Color of Night (1994) Showgirls (1995) The Postman (1997) Battlefield Earth (2000) Swept Away (2002) Catwoman (2004) I Know Who Killed Me (2007) Fifty Shades of Grey (2015)
Shining through the wispy clouds Under the Cherry Moon
An Indecent Proposal there would happen very soon
The color of night was black but shown by the moonlight
The Catwoman was swept away as if in fearful flight
The Dogman came with his brigade behind him standing proud
There was no fear in her green eyes, she nearly laughed out loud
He lost his nerve and told his troops to recede into the dark
She smiled and waved a quick goodbye that shone just like a spark.
Long, boney fingers push aside dusty folds In the hem on Granny’s couch Waiting to pull my toes and hear my cries Mama wonders why I say “ouch” I cannot tell her what scares me I stare at the tv in a comfortable slouch.
I’ve chosen twenty-five herbs, spices, flavors, and spice combinations—A to Z. Pick at least three for your poem. Use more if you so desire. You may also choose one of the words or phrases for your title.
Aleppo Pepper Arizona Dreaming Basil Cinnamon Coriander Cumin Dill Fennel seed Garam Masala Ginger Krakow Nights Lemongrass Mulling spices Mural of flavor Mustard Seeds Nutmeg Paprika Saffron Sea salt Sesame Seeds Sunny Paris Thyme Tuscan Sunset Vanilla Zatar
Coriander uncle went riding in the car they really wanted company but Nutmeg would go that far They took the thyme to ask her just where she’d like to go Her answer was overseas Sunny Paris made her glow The went on their vacation and left lemongrass so green He didn’t want to travel It’s stuff he’s already seen.
I don’t know if I should include a translation but without it and emphasis on different syllables, this may make absolutely no sense whatsoever.
Keep reading if you want to see what was in my head….
Beware, it is scary.
Cory and her Uncle went riding in the car they really wanted company but not Meg would go that far They took the time to ask her just where she’d like to go Her answer was overseas Sunny Paris made her glow The went on their vacation and left Lem on grass so green He didn’t want to travel It’s stuff he’s already seen.
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