Merrill asks us to write a poem of any style about a restaurant.
Going out for some fast food I often find myself looking for the best of deals, no package off the shelf I want my food cooked right there so I can see it when its done Watching people cook up food can be a lot of fun When I’m at a Mcdonald’s I see the patties cooked I wonder if the cooker’s cares that I just took a look. At the nearby steak place I smell and see the grill They tell you that it tastes so good and usually it will I used to do a salad bar before I heard the facts People do not wash their hands or cover up their hacks. When I think too hard about the food I get when I am out I start to gag near hurling too, trying not to shout “Go back home, this place is gross, they drop things on the floor Grab your stuff but leave your food and head right out the door! Bugs are here, the grill is burnt, oh God there is a hair!” I grab my stuff and pay the bill to end this whole nightmare.
Like a fractal deposit along the creek bed an astounding accomplishment poignantly said Sunset in a cup, so light and refreshing Keeping all your close friends silently guessing where have you been and where are you going You’ll slip out the back with nobody knowing The sound of a tin cup rattling with change Time suddenly frozen, no need to arrange A shipment sent back from an unlisted number your hot mind relaxes and then you may slumber.
It may not appear that I think you are right or that I am wrong at any old time It’s just that I feel your presence hanging around Why do you get to me? Why do I bend? I know your influences are not in my interest yet I don’t know what this will give you. Do you wish to see me fail? Do you wish to prove a point? Is it my curiosity to see what will happen in the end? I live each day, knowing who cares for me and who doesn’t and yet I look for your call your interference your input despite the misery it all brings.
I’m told to move on I’m told that you are poison But the pain of loss is stronger The questions louder The answers nonexistent
Today I will live without thoughts of you and what you don’t like about me and all that I do. Today I will live without hearing your negativity enveloping the being I am. Today I will make the effort to put the past behind To realize the present isn’t what I had wished for But that I am better off without you.
This is the prompt at dVerse Poet’s Pub For the prompt—choose one or more of the paintings below and write a poem inspired by what you see or feel. Peder Severin Krøyer, Summer Evening at Skagen. The Artist’s Wife and Dog by the Shore
For this week’s Poetics, I would like you to choose a member of the corvid family, and (taking inspiration from the examples above if you wish) write a poem (or even a song) about it. Those of you who like an extra challenge may choose to populate your poem with a variety of corvidae. Here are the collective nouns for the main corvid types to get you started: A treachery of ravens A parliament of rooks A clattering of jackdaws A scold of jays A chattering of choughs A mischief of magpies A murder of crows
Last week I wrote a poem that fits this topic perfectly…
anaphora (Greek: ἀναφορά, “carrying back”) is a rhetorical device that consists of repeating a sequence of words at the beginnings of neighboring clauses, thereby lending them emphasis
I’d like you to pick one of these verbs as the repeating verb
Dream of me when you sleep Dream of sunshine appearing on a cloudy day Dream of money crumpled in an old pair of jeans Dream of cold water on a hot day Dream of smiles on strangers Dream of rain on a dry garden bed Dream of happiness Dream of kindness Dream of peace Dream of me as I have always dreamed of you.
The trumpet sounds like rolling fog at first light, like a masquerade A goblin smiles with sheer delight As tea with Florences is made. A chemise drapes down brittle bones not showing their true oddly shape Freckles spread like confetti dots While silken layers spread and drape.