Some days it’s a fight
to find a pen with ink
that flows words fluid
in just five minutes.
I prefer the gel — black,
though back in the day
it was a fountain pen
with cartridge — blue,
that scratched battles
across three-holed,
loose leafs lined and
ringed right tight in
burgundy leather — fake,
some sheaves of which
when later found
fought flames in a
wide rusted cylinder.
Just so much hot air
going up in smoke.
Stilled by new starts,
Sandy
What are you saying goodbye to in order to say hello?
With LisaJo and Community on the word prompt fight.
One more thing…
Have you heard the news?
Tweetspeak Poetry double-dog dared me.
How could I refuse?
My Dare Support Packet includes this book by Tania Runyan,
some French cheese,
some peaches,
apparently a few mice,
a cat or two,
and this guy.
Stay tuned.
Sandy, you are well on your way to continuing your beautiful writing work via poetry. This ‘start’ was lovely! I can’t wait to read about the Dare journey.
It’ll be quite a journey, I’m sure, Jody. And thanks. 🙂
I am laughing so hard! This is the Sandy I can’t wait to see more of.
And that Eliot quote: wow.
😀
Oh, and I forgot to say I loved the genius of using the pen colors at the end of those two lines, to suggest the bruises we can sometimes feel when writing. Subtle. And so much better than saying “writing bruises me.”
I prefer the gel — black,
though back in the day
it was a fountain pen
with cartridge — blue,
So I want to say how great it is that you recognized my genius. But truth is… I didn’t realize I’d done that. I’ve re-read the poem (if that’s what it is) several times since and thought, “Whoa! I did that. *I* did that!” And when that happens, I think it’s just an accident.
On the other hand, maybe when we nourish our creativity and take our artist dates and give free rein to our unconscious, “stuff” falls out. Maybe that’s the beauty of these exercises–just to stop, drop, and write and see what happens–because aren’t we made by a Creator to create? Maybe it’s just knowing how to prime the pump or tap the vein or whatever?
So much fun!
😀 😀
me? i’m
trying to say “good-
bye” to fear
and helloooo
to “who gives
a toot!
hoot!
‘n holler!”
* I’m a little slow on the uptake, miss Sandy. Is this a personal dare? What is the dare? Oh, is that what we shall stay tuned to discover, uncover, understand?
Blessings.
I’ll echo that song, Darlene!
Well, I guess this could be called a poetical personal dare… but I can’t keep it all to myself. 🙂
One of the things I love best about FMF is the chance to read things I never would have stumbled upon before! What a very creative take on the prompt! And thanks for the visit at my site earlier!
Happy New Year!
Welcome, Rachael. So glad to see you here. Thanks for coming by!
Just loved this. 🙂
Thanks, Heather. 🙂
So very true sometimes the words won’t flow… great post!
Especially if we try too hard, I think… maybe…
Your dare is…inspiring
A blitz of
Poetry bliss
Not a word amiss
on the line
or in between
shadowed or shaded
color me elated -my
past years’ hue faded
from overuse
this muse slap
wore out the blues
the Son at my back
joy is the new black
Oh, I’m smiling so big. I love this, Lorretta. It’s a rap song!
Step away from the burn barrel 😉 where have you been hiding this poetry! Fab.
Ha! You, of course, know that burn barrels and I have a history. 😀
I’m confused and delighted! Love you!
Confused? Just wait until I dig into this dare. 😉
Squee!!!