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A PHOTOGRAPHER by Lily Brett
A photographer
asked me
to sway
while she photographed me
she though the movement
might be interesting
I stood
and twitched
from side to side
I pitched myself
to the left
to the right
a sad
spectacle
a sorry sight
loosen up
she said
I tried to be fluid
to bend
my knees
and move my head
until
she said
you stand still
and
I'll sway
and I knew
I was
a failure
at swaying
Lily was a failure at swaying. What are you a goose at?
I am a goose
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Oh I love it! Lily a failure ... at swaying! And Jinksy, how clever! And you, too, Rall!
ReplyDeleteYour prompts are terrific. Thank you for them. I understand that the idea is to use them for inspiration in writing new poems (I will work on that), but this one particularly brought two of my already existing poems to mind. I hope you don't mind if I share them with you.
ReplyDeleteMiddle School Sway
Danny Earl Simmons
We dance
a very adult
middle school sway
in the shower, gently
rocking this way then that
way, body pressed firmly into
body, eagerly kissing, eagerly caressing,
determined to make urgent use of this most
unexpected opportunity for steam and sweat,
chance for primal reminder of our love that made our
awake
again
baby
boy.
A Mediocre Poet
Danny Earl Simmons
Life is hard for a mediocre poet.
It's an odd sort of punch in the gut -
finally realizing that wonderful words
are beyond you and belong only to others.
Chewed pencils, cracked knuckles,
head worn bald by futile word-combing,
thesauri frustrated against the slothful lollop
of innate weakness – all because mediocrity runs deep.
So, mediocrity is grateful for table scraps -
a few common rants and pathetic pity parties,
hackneyed exaltations of nature’s pretty things,
and syrupy sweet-nothings – heavy on the nothing part.
Life is hard for a mediocre poet.
It’s a very hard punch right in the gut
when finally it dawns – I’ve spent my life
wishing for greatness and settling for wishes.
http://dannyearlsimmons.blogspot.com/
Hey Danny, mediocre poets don't write like this.
ReplyDeletePublished anthologies are riddled with mediocre and worse poetry.
Mediocrities could never come up with
'head worn bald by futile word-combing'or
'hackneyed exaltations of nature's pretty things'
Hope you're not fishing for compliments:)
What splendid and clever lines!
Greatness is such a subjective concept and not connected to anything popular. Salieri was popular, Mozart was not.Salieri is mediocre, Mozart is great.
I think swaying should be discouraged in the
Middle School.We don't allow any swaying here in Oz:)
PS
Thank you for contributing to POW.
Please write your poem on your own site and leave a link here in the comment sections and I wil visit and comment. We are only a tiny group and we leave it here on Wednesday.
And pray when do we get a poem from Maid Marianne? You must be a goose at, at least one thing!
ReplyDeleteThat Doc Footsie is pretty good at swaying himself all over the place , I hear!
ReplyDeleteThat Doc Footsie? Is that this Doctor FTSE? If so, let him tell you this. He's far too old to sway. But he can still wobble. Just about.
ReplyDeleteHello again, Rall. I have linked this comment to a POW attempt HERE.
ReplyDeleteAch,yew are a cheeky lud Footsie, writin' sooch rood poetry.Hilarious, bet it's all true too. Will comment on Wednesday.
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I am submitting my poem early and breaking all the rules. It's called
ReplyDelete" Rememberances of Things Past"
( title pinched from Marcel Proust)
BECAUSE
Sydney is having a massive heat wave at the
moment and I am predicting power cuts...so best
do this while the electricity is still working
( I hope I'm wrong!)
I have no marble table
ReplyDeletemy dwelling's not so grand
but as long as I am able,
I'd have you understand,
I'll write a funny quip or two
when prompted by the likes of you!
It's good that you can write funny
ReplyDeleteTis a pity you didn't work as a Bunny
for Playboy pays quite well I believe
Then you would have plenty of money
Liked this prompt, as it caused some introspection about our faults, which can define us and humanize us as much as anything else. Read how one poet sucks at math...
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