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prompt for We Write Poems, prompt (#54) Take the driver’s seat!

This week WWP has turned the tables and asked us to write a poem prompt. That’s what is meant by “taking the driver’s seat”. The choice of prompt is fully up to each participant. Additionally we’re asked to write our own poem in response to the prompt we’ve suggested.

better out than in

Here’s the prompt:

Shame is the starting point for this prompt. Shame is often a strongly felt emotion. But shame in itself is also a useless state of being, restoring nothing that might have been damaged, and is at root a self-centered point of view. Most of its energy comes out of our not wanting it to be revealed. However this prompt is not “about” shame, but rather how it might be addressed in a manner that expresses and releases the experience. How you address and discover this process within a poem is the real challenge of this prompt.

And please… be appropriate to this environment and community. We’re not asking for you to reveal anything that might be harmful for you to do! Select something that you are willing to address. We trust to your own sense about appropriateness here. (Needn’t be anything earth-shattering, OK?)

shame: (what the dictionary has to say)
(noun) a painful feeling of humiliation or distress caused by the consciousness of wrong or foolish behavior
• a loss of respect or esteem; dishonor
• a person, action, or situation that brings a loss of respect or honor

Here’s the poem: (by way of one example)

round eyes like windows are

Actually I wrote this poem first in response to another poem I’d read. But in afterthought it seems a worthwhile avenue to explore, and a poem all the better to express and examine this feeling in a positive manner.

neil reid @ may 2011

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True nature

True nature

The true nature of a thing is in everything

you don’t see of it.

Describe the shapes of invisible air.

Clouds try. But that’s just cool & warm & wet.

Show me instead how air defines a face, or

the shade of autumn’s dawn.

Don’t tell me about a favorite movie or

episode on TV, nor what car you drive.

Step outside that constructed room.

Tell me what you see when your eyes

are closed. Tell me what’s beneath mere

thoughts when you touch a face.

We’ll start out easily.

Tell me about the first breath of air

when you awoke today. Tell me about

who you sat with at table for a meal.

Leave off even what they said and what

you said. Tell me what their eyes spoke

to you. Tell me how your hand moves

when you are close to them.

Tell me about the meal you ate for

lunch today. That one! Did you use

a fork or spoon? Where is the napkin

you used then now? Mine was

a bacon & lettuce & tomato sandwich

on wheat and warm. Wrapped

in yellow paper, handed me.

Tell me about the towel you used

to dry yourself after washing today.

What color, what scent? Did you hold

it gently to your face, or brusk?

Be intimate with yourself.

Tell me every thought when you

dance across a room close to me.

No editing!

Describe a kiss to me without

using your lips.

Neil Reid © January 2010

version 2, 2010.02, edit last line


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