prompt # 033 Say what you want… by staff@wwp Write a poem about what you want. far sighted see with the eyes of a dog. take that walk across the street. broken doubts can wait by the curb. I want a boat and tree, escaping town. I want to fall under the wheels of your [...]
Posts Tagged ‘2010’
far sighted
Posted in Poems, Writing Prompts, tagged 2010, dog, eyes, language, Prompt, rain, touch, WWP on 22 December 2010 | 18 Comments »
the pursuit of happiness
Posted in Poems, Writing Prompts, tagged 2010, happiness, Mars, Prompt, WWP on 15 December 2010 | 10 Comments »
the pursuit of happiness packing for mars seems the perfect thing to do, more than over the moon, a fortnight at least away, a perfect disunity letting the garden go to seed turn your back and everything goes to rain, falling deeds, erosion’s hoe, blankets scattering soft sleep on a hard carpet floor the [...]
possibly this
Posted in Poems, Writing Prompts, tagged 2010, breath, love, messenger, Prompt, WWP on 8 December 2010 | 11 Comments »
prompt # 031 Love by staff@wwp Write a poem about love. Where and how you find it. Seems simple, huh? Well… possibly this maybe it’s in plain view at the boundary of knowable possibility, seen from inside the flame. maybe like your socks or like your chair, gravity seems likewise unconditional, like fingers will do. [...]
shaggy dog socks
Posted in Poems, tagged 2010, fingers, lint, socks on 29 November 2010 | 6 Comments »
shaggy dog socks I’m reading backwards today. like maybe what already is will change again. or is it just pulling the sock inside out? same sock, just different flax awash in mirrored thought. like saying excuse me please, but there seems to be some lint on your blouse just there and there. nimble fingers with [...]
don’t swim, so
Posted in Poems, Writing Prompts, tagged 2010, buoyancy, calm, melancholy, Prompt, swimming, WWP on 25 November 2010 | 6 Comments »
prompt # 029 Swimming by staff@wwp Write a poem about swimming. Simple as that. Seems simple, yes, it does. I even had a moment fixed in time. But the words didn’t want to be pronounced (or was that me?). I’ll leave it to the poem to say what changed. don’t swim, so this is the [...]
zoology I’m a dolphin gone fishing south a bottle-nose in my ear, listening dear every contour visible swimming hungry near your bed I’m a school of tuna on the hoof a post-graduate silver tongued flutter sniffing creekside close one hundred mirrors to the foot I’m an ol’brown bear knocking at the door a rambling paw [...]
random loaves cooling from the oven
Posted in Poems, Writing Prompts, tagged 2010, Prompt, wordle, WWP on 16 November 2010 | 5 Comments »
prompt # 028 Color Me a Wordle! by Nicole Nicholson Read the full prompt and poem responses by other participants. This week’s WWP prompt is a colorful “wordle”. Use all (or some) of the words you see in the image below. random loaves cooling from the oven give blood wisdom (it begins like tattered clothes) [...]
Pony tales
Posted in Poems, tagged 2010, bird, Chinese, chocolate, Mongul, monkey sock, Poems, pony, volcano god, vowels on 9 November 2010 | 6 Comments »
Pony tales Would you love me if I was Chinese? Or one of the Mongol horde fresh from the Steps? Would you love me if I was a November bird plump and ripe? Cranberries, gravy, right? Would you love me if I was a humble-bee trying to land atop your nose? Would you love me [...]
Read this poem aloud
Posted in Poems, Writing Prompts, tagged 2010, healing, poem, Prompt, voice, WWP on 9 November 2010 | 23 Comments »
prompt # 027 H e a l i n g by staff@wwp Read the full prompt and poem responses by other participants. Write a poem that heals. So states the prompt: This means directly, immediately. Mind, that we’re not asking you to write “about” healing. Rather, look for and allow the poem to be healing in [...]
Questions of a sleeping bed
Posted in Draft, Poems, tagged 2010, arms, bed, compass, legs, sleeping, time on 5 November 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Questions of a sleeping bed How long can an arm be raised compass north before pillows are asked to surrender their root? Then there’s the issue of how river wide the night window will be allowed to yawn. No quilt no blanket tossed toward feet. Bare sheet will commence. Fire kindling starts first under skin. [...]
ferryboat crossing
Posted in Draft, Poems, tagged 2010, feet, gull, rock, servant, water, wind on 4 November 2010 | Leave a Comment »
ferryboat crossing gull on top of sand sand on top of preening shore shore on top of feathered feeding feathers on top of cormorant curving neck cormorant on top of placid waveless sound salted ocean limb on top of serpent coiled mist mist on top of farside shore far grey procession on top of snowed [...]
Do poems burn?
Posted in Draft, Poems, tagged 2010, burn, Poems, salt, spoon, words on 4 November 2010 | 2 Comments »
Do poems burn ? Words like to keep me awake. They are not really so polite. They land from the sky the same way bison do. Not wise to divert your gaze. Sometimes they laugh, maybe smirk, sometimes jump right into the pan, bringing their own kindling along. Yet oft only a spoon’s full falls [...]
Gone sour
Posted in Poems, tagged 2010, alive, milk, rope, scissors, senses on 27 October 2010 | 1 Comment »
G o n e s o u r Maybe the milk’s gone sour. “Here, taste it”, we say. We think that’s a joke, a ploy on our better senses. But only our tongue will honestly say, and only afterward. Someone is going over the side today. The rope will be let go or cut or fray [...]
What mother doesn’t say
Posted in Draft, Poems, tagged 2010, fool, matter, moon, paradise on 25 October 2010 | 4 Comments »
What mother doesn’t say Conform to a contour of sky, allow to cool, pronounce a name, given thus – a fool in paradise. A purposeful fit found by inches, by words. Some might say, doubtful grace. Holding sentiment kin to heart. So slight then the word frayed by ambling hooves as can render sight by [...]
Evening mail
Posted in Poems, tagged 2010, death, mail, suicide on 14 October 2010 | Leave a Comment »
E v e n i n g m a i l Sometimes into your evening comes an email like this. What to say, that’s hard to say. But rather something than nothing, don’t even care if the gathered words make a good poem. Sometimes that just shouldn’t matter. You get the news of nothing’s bloom. As [...]
Cheshire bemused
Posted in Poems, tagged 2010, ragged, teeth on 12 October 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Cheshire bemused Jagged teeth make bipolar words, scattering Is there a question about honesty? Here’s a rock Me more soft easy to rend I want calm no matter storms said enough to make believe myself (repeat) (like brakes?) Hours making boxes swell Good she said in quotes yet these ragged tatters amend, suggest nearby edge [...]
Dear Dad, this letter begins
Posted in Poems, tagged 2010, abscence, dad, writer on 2 October 2010 | 8 Comments »
Dear Dad, this letter begins Dad, I wanna be a writer. That’s how I wanna spend the dime of my life. Funny cause you never spoke volumes, well, actually, nothing at all (to me). But abstinence spoke. Would you say, be practical? You weren’t. I’m the image of your photograph, dot for dash. And a [...]
Poems on the verge of being writ
Posted in Poems, Writing Prompts, tagged 2010, cake, Prompt, whimsy, WI on 27 September 2010 | 4 Comments »
WI Prompt 22, September 25 prompt topic: Whimsy Please read the full description and prompt responses. Write something whimsical. Very well. As you wish. My turn, blowing out the candles on my archaic cake! Poems on the verge of being writ The lost art of undercoating sentences. Living the large life of a dog below [...]
Exception to the rule
Posted in Poems, Writing Prompts, tagged 2010, consequence, dogs of war, lunch, one step, Prompt, stance, WWP on 22 September 2010 | 6 Comments »
prompt # 020 Exceptions To The Rule by staff@wwp Read the full prompt and poem responses by other participants. Rules are made to be broken, some would say. Tell us about the rules you are willing to break, or not. What rules do you see carved in stone, or not. Any golden rules? Or how [...]
Two thirds
Posted in Poems, tagged 2010, dark, fractional, matter on 20 September 2010 | 1 Comment »
Two thirds Two-thirds of who we are we don’t know. Don’t even know one whole first name, just a fraction bitten in. Red reveals ripe inside. And white. (Same as dark.) Darkly mattered they say, but that’s only like saying “Smith” to the universe. What it means really is, we don’t have a clue. [...]
Circling Mount Kailash, ii.
Posted in Poems, tagged 2010, asleep, falling, flags, path, rocks, words on 20 September 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Circling Mount Kailash ii. (Another day in the rocks.) Maybe I did read all these pages before! Didn’t mark my spot yesterday. Thought by now I was into fresh clear words again. But then, there’s a passage I know I read last day. Lost in tattered breeze like colored flags. Wanted to underline in ink, [...]
Circling Mount Kailash, i.
Posted in Poems, tagged 2010, consequences, face, mask, self on 18 September 2010 | 3 Comments »
Circling Mount Kailash i. I have always imagined myself a childless man. A man without any enduring consequence beyond myself. Just myself. Just one man. My best, my worst. My singular joys. My singular sorrows. What matter if one day, no dawn? Surely my cares would wash away. Honestly, I always imagined myself alone. If [...]
Ten million fireflies
Posted in Poems, Writing Prompts, tagged 2010, ask me, dance, estranged, knuckles, shyness on 15 September 2010 | 18 Comments »
prompt # 019 Begin With Music by staff@wwp Read the full prompt and poem responses by other participants. Take one lyric line from a video song given (fireflies) and use that as the starting seed for a poem to write. Simple enough, and can go anywhere of course. (Song credit and youtube link given below.) [...]






