On Sunday, 14 June 2015, I launched my Project 365.
You can see all the images as they are posted, each day, to the mobile | mono | square album on my flickr account.
You can also browse all of my weekly updates ,which are posted each Sunday, here .
snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance
― haruki murakami
This is my first prompt for poetry | 101 | rehab since the WordPress Writing 101: Poetry course came to a close and I look forward to welcoming some new contributors!
My prompt this week is an attempt at a seasonal haiku. So, this week, express your feelings about the season, in haiku if it moves you, in some other way if not. What does this time of the year mean to you? Do you rejoice and hark the herald angels, do you eschew the commercial queue? Whatever your religion, your politics, your sensibilities, write a poem to describe what this time means to you.
Wrapped, packets with love
So late, the world turned
Paper cut
poetry| 101 | rehab | wrapping
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On Sunday, 14 June 2015, I launched my Project 365.
You can see all the images as they are posted, each day, to the mobile | mono | square album on my flickr account.
You can also browse all of my weekly updates ,which are posted each Sunday, here .
just an empty impression
in the bed where you used to be
– empty sky, springsteen
this post is for those with an empty place at their table
those with an empty sky
and yet, this bloody world turns, the sun will rise
tomorrow
and today
well, I guess
today, we will bloody well just do
what we have
to
do,
again
for wordpress weekly photo challenge – gathering
cause we need a little controversy
’cause it feels so empty
– lyrics from without me, eminem
This is my response to the prompt for Day Eight of the WordPress Writing 101 Poetry course. And, as the prompt is, err, amazingly, my very own prompt, I’m interrupting your enjoyment (momentarily) so that I can thank Ben Huberman for inviting me to contribute today, even though there are so many better qualified poets out there. By which I mean, those of you who can actually, you know, write, uh, poetry. You know who you are.
More to the point, thank you to all who have taken the trouble to find your way to my post!
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The photo, by the way, was shot by me in the dark interior of the BIGZ building in Belgrade. If you’d like to find out more, or failing that, see what I saw, feel free to visit belgradestreets and check out bigz graffiti or all that jazz or even broken, and then book a flight to Belgrade, and then, why not pop into a bookstore and take a look at my book! 😉
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And hey, if you need more Poetry when this is all over, why not make a note to join Poetry 101 Rehab every Monday?
< graffiti >
in your face
it’s my freakin’ space
my only
place
< / graffiti >
so out of order
blood splattered border
couldn’t be (more) bored(er)
< graffiti >
i don’t freakin’
care
how you fare or (even)
if you
care
< / graffiti >
it’s my
way
to
get
< / even >
writing 101 | poetry | eight | seconds | prompt by me (in’em) 😉
“the most idiotically useless phrase in a beginner’s French textbook”
– Life Magazine, 1958
Poetry 101 Rehab was initially created for those who missed the creative writing challenge of the Writing 201 Poetry course run by the Daily Post.
How does it work?
Feel free to answer the prompt, twist it or ignore it; write a poem of your own or share a poem by another author. Write about your inspiration, your creative process or other poetry related thoughts, but this is in no way obligatory. Nothing is obligatory in this challenge. The idea is to get together, talk poetry and enjoy.
How can you take part?
Anyone can take part, anytime you want. Publish your poetry post and add a link to it by clicking on the Poetry 101 Rehab badge below or share your link in a comment. Use the tag Poetry 101 Rehab, so we can find each other in the Reader.
I will be your host, and I’m here to reply to your comments, read your poetry, like and comment. While this post is the starting point for this week’s challenge, do visit fellow poets in the link-up and chat to them on their blogs!
The prompt for this week is FALLACY.
it’s self evident to me
(and my little
pet flea)
that
the world is flat
as flat as the mat
on which
sat (Schrodinger’s)
cat
as flat as la plume
de ma tante
on which
(i imagine), she
(repeatedly)
sat
as flat as the gnat
swatted dead
with just
one swipe
of my hat
some say it is round
but what
do they know
they’ll all come
around
soon enough
to my
way of thinking
or i’ll eat my hat
so that’s
that
This week’s prompt is also my rambling, and (unusually) whimsical, response to the prompt for Day 6 of the WordPress Writing 101 Poetry .
What will your take on the keyword FALLACY be?
Write about it in a poetry post and share your link in the comments section of this post and / or by clicking on the Poetry 101 Badge above.
writing 101 poetry | six | fallacy | prompt by jason preu
On Sunday, 14 June 2015, I launched my Project 365.
You can see all the images as they are posted, each day, to the mobile | mono | square album on my flickr account.
You can also browse all of my weekly updates ,which are posted each Sunday, here .
“the text has disappeared under the interpretation”
― friedrich nietzsche, beyond good and evil
Stormtrooper One: the force is strong in this one
Stormtrooper Two: there must be some mistake, we can’t delay, it’s all going wrong
Stormtrooper One: no need t’rush, the one in black will go down first
Stormtrooper Two: but the one in black has C & (i) d’A, the wrong way round
Stormtrooper One: och aye, I canna stan’ t any more
Exit stage left
a tongue in cheek 😉 post for weekly photo challenge – oops!
once a man, like the sea I raged,
once a woman, like the earth I gave
lyrics from the cinema show, seconds out, genesis
seconds are infinitesimal counting down seconds out but wait stop all the clocks what the hell is time anyway roll back the clock fast forward freeze frame pause seconds out
game >
< over
writing 101 | poetry | four | seconds | prompt by rosemawrites
andy townend 