Tomorrow we begin our nonchalant version of the dreaded Poem-a-Day Challenge. The P.E.O.D. Is it a challenge? Is it a memoir? Is it a chapbook enticement? YES. But before we step off of that ledge tomorrow, here’s the last Sunday Seed prompt until August beckons. And the prompt is… no prompt. Lately, I’m finding myself handcuffed by very specific nudges into the poetic process. And in that process, I let so many other poems stagnate because they didn’t fit a form, a prompt, a certain predescribed direction. Some days I just need to write a poem. Write about whatever strikes my fancy. No fill in the blank exercise, no favorite color poems… just poems.
So before we start in earnest, write a poem. I don’t care what it is about. Could be about the neighbors dog barking incessantly. It might be about an almost-accident you had this morning. It may even be about your not wanting to get out of bed. Just a poem. It could be a poem you had written for another site you wanted to offer here. That’s fine, but it may still be a prompted poem. If our EXERCISE IN POETIC THOUGHT taught us anything, it’s that we can find inspiration on our own. We don’t always need a pied-piper to lead us. I’m not saying never write to a prompt. That’s silly. They still remain a staple of what it is we do. It is how a lot of us got started on this journey. I love them to kick-start my writing. But on more occasions, I want you to decide what it is you want to write and write it. BUT MAKE SURE YOU WRITE IT! And then bring it here to plant it and share with the rest of us. We’ll do the ‘no prompt’ day on a regular basis, possibly supplanting the READING ROOM Wednesdays on occasion. Just poem.
What makes you feel loved?
I silently asked no one in particular,
Expecting their response
To match mine.
But it didn’t.
So I had to learn them –
Their history –
Then I silently said again,
To all who were there and not there –
What makes you feel loved?
This time, their answer matched mine.
It always did.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
OLD RUSTED FORD
There it still stands,
abandoned and left
in the dust to rust and decay.
In its day, a trusty “steed”,
but it has needed much attention,
not to mention plenty of cash
to re-convert this piece of trash to the notion
that motion was once its function.
An open lot, overgrown; not mowed
in a long while. Weeds obscured
and amber waves of grain sustain
the field mice that find lodging there
dodging the elements and predators.
And thus, this bucket of rusted,
once trusted truck is stuck,
alone in a field that seems devoid
of dreams and schemes. Just a means
to dispose of a once valued ‘friend.’
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
**Walt’s notes – Every morning I pass this empty lot that has been vacant for as long as I recall, save for the dissolute Ford F150 pick-up truck that rests in pieces in the middle of this bit of nowhere. No one seems to notice it. But it catches my eye every time. And so it gets this tribute.