Unconscious Mutterings - Two weeks and Two poems
November 18, 2007 | Filed Under Poetry, Unconscious Mutterings | 1 Comment
LunaNiña gives her readers ten words to use for free association each week as a meme, Unconscious Mutterings: a great exercise, and a quick one! Try it, you may be quite surprised at some of your immediate responses. Once you have written yours, you may wish to go back and se what others came up with, we are all so different.
I take it a step farther and turn each set of words into a poem or short story, just because it is great fun and many times takes me places I had never intended to go or even thought I knew well enough to write about. Personally, I think her meme is a good tool in the arsenal of a writer or poet. I highly recommend it!
If you choose to use her words, whether as part of the meme, or just as a writer’s exercise, please be sure to link back to her site! Give her the credit she deserves for challenging us with such a variety of words. I am playing catchup and have posted two weeks together, I have one more I still have to write the poem for, but no time right now.
November 10th words followed by my immediate responses were:
- Treadmill :: work
- Stroke :: victim
- Exclusively :: yours
- Lash :: mascara
- Red carpet :: treatment
- Credit card:: debt
- Points :: of entry
- Domestic :: violence
- 21 :: years
- Inject :: fun
With these words, in order, tenses the same, I wrote:
Conversation with a Treadmill
Treadmill,
don’t let me down,
work my legs,
stroke my psyche.
take victim from my vocabulary.
Exclusively yours,
I am for now,
though lash coated with mascara,
red carpet treatment,
no credit card debt,
could allow themselves
points of entry into my heart,
now closed by my witness
of domestic violence
for 21 years,
21 long years.
Treadmill,
don’t let me down
work my legs,
stroke my psyche,
take victim from my vocabulary,
inject some fun into this man’s life.
MeeAugraphie
11/17/07
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Words she offered for 11/18/07 and my immediate responses were:
- Toasty :: warm
- Allegations :: of innocence
- Herb :: urban
- Bacon :: bits
- Neck to neck :: race
- Simon :: Cowell
- Heels :: step
- Fundamentals :: of learning
- Middle :: aged
- Seasonings :: spices
From those, I wrote this:
Her life at Middle Age
Toasty, warm.
Allegations of innocence,
threats of guilt
all in past.
Life, filled with one herb
after another until flavor
became pungent –
much like an urban loft
with no ventilation
or a salad made by a child,
bacon bits piled high, when
only a few would have sufficed.
Neck to neck, life was a race
to beat the Simon Cowell’s
at their own game
or walk in heels too high
to balance gracefully on while
reciting the fundamentals of learning
you had long since forgotten.
You were meant to be
only middle aged,
not tossed salad, nor lumpy potates
overcooked and water logged
that no amount of seasonings or spices
would salvage.
When did toasty, warm become
burnt, but cold?
MeeAugraphie
11/18/07
Friday 5
November 16, 2007 | Filed Under Friday 5, Linked, Poetry | 6 Comments
Michelle at Poefusion offers 5 words each week, Friday 5, for us to ponder. Her five take me places I do not normally go. Why not participate with us? At least read where other minds went with the prompt.
theater
malaria
yield
incalescence
leaf
Survival Tactic
Within theater of war
one ravished by malaria
yields to dreams
of more than mere woman’s touch,
as his survival tool
– his practiced cold –
gives way,
incalescence
toward one woman
– left behind –
takes hold
leaf by leaf
heart’s survival
becomes paramount.
MeeAugraphie
11/16/07
NOTE: I added just two more stanzas to the incomplete poem for Monday Mural - True to Herself. Hope I didn’t disappoint.
3WW - In Man’s Footsteps
November 14, 2007 | Filed Under 3WW, Poetry | 9 Comments
icy
pause
train
Those three simple words, tossed at the masses by Bone for 3WW, brought a smirk to me… not sure why, but they did. Wait ’til you read what the others wrote… No, don’t second guess, read them, someone is always ready with a surprise or two. And if you get there before Bone posts his, go back later and read it, too.
In Man’s Footsteps
It was her icy stare
followed by a deliberate sidestep
that provoked a pause in one conversation
across the room.
Redhead excused herself to head
for the wounded man, knowing
he was ripe for the picking,
she was just the woman to do it,
woman’s time to ride man’s train had arrived.
MeeAugraphie
11/14/07