Poetry 101 Rehab

poetry | 101 | rehab | trigger

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'Hi-yo silver away'
    pull the trigger
masked man, hidden 
aspirations in, the midden
dreams, unbidden
    pull the trigger
heroes and demons, forbidden
identity, hidden
was it (ever), a given?
    pull the trigger
or,
    ask tonto
             'cos, i don't 
know

poetry | 101 | rehab | trigger

My (late) prompt for this week’s Poetry 101 Rehab Prompt is TRIGGER. 

So, this week, I dare you. To pull, the trigger, but not your punches.

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poetry | 101 | rehab | evening

Aside | | andy townend 
 one, summer evening
he closed, the door
walked down, the steps
  one summer evening
sat, behind the wheel
turned, the key
   one summer evening
maybe, he remembered
the (swaying) jungle palms
    one summer evening
of happ(ier) times
in, malay'sia
     one summer evening
no more, listening, to
we’ve heard it all, before
      one summer evening
a short, drive
packed, locked and loaded
       one summer evening
a, scribbled note
and, some scotch tape
        one summer evening
sealed, tight
hold tight,
         one, summer evening
just, one turn
of a
key 
          one, summer
evening

poetry | 101 | rehab | evening

My prompt for  this week’s Poetry 1o1 Rehab Prompt is EVENING. 

What does your mind turn to in the evening?

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poetry | 101 | rehab | roots

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Home’s where you go when you run out of homes.
― John le Carré, The Honourable Schoolboy

Welcome to this week’s Poetry 1o1 Rehab Prompt.

My prompt is ROOTS.

This week, I have returned to my roots, or at least returned in a virtual sense through a collection of random memories of the place where I first became conscious.

I have been lucky, since then I have travelled far and wide. Yet, the echoes of long ago dreams, and nightmares, are never far away.

So, what do your roots mean to you?

of smoking chimney stacks
of green painted market stalls
of crumbly cheese, tripe, and onions
of foul smelling rivers

of windswept moors

of a red chair, that became too small
of ejector seats, deployed, in the surgery
of sweetie jars, all in a row
of sixpences, thre’penny bits, half crowns, and sovereigns

of windswept moors

of odds and sods, screws and nails
of rainy dark skies
of closed doors, closed hearts, closed minds
of spaceships, in closets

of windswept moors

of a marshal’s shiny star, they said it was real
of stone steps, push chair straps, and a broken nose
of water butts, deep, dark, repositories of long lost (toy) cars
of standing in the kitchen sink, to watch the steam train far below

of windswept moors

of coal fires, and coal sheds
of swings and slides
of snowflakes floating endlessly down from dark grey skies
of tiger and serpent, forever entwined

of windswept moors

of dank rhododendrons
of dreams and nightmares, wasps in curtains, statues in corridors
of incense and guilt, prayers and pain
of scuffed knees, thorny rose scratches

of windswept moors

of dandelion and burdock
of all things, bright and beautiful
of painted plastic caravelle, sausage, and chips
of salt and vinegar crisps

of windswept moors

of thunderbirds, captain scarlet, and rock snakes on mars
of trickling streams
of janet and john
of yetis and daleks, coal fired viewing

of windswept moors

of adventures climbing green wet walls, behind the shed
of walking by farms, hands held, one old, one young
of a big blue car with a bold white stripe
of biggles and (just) william

of windswept moors

of a (toy) cable car, exotic tales, faraway places
of bicycles and tricycles
of black and white
of library smells, pages (life) unfolding

of windswept moors (dark tales of what happened there)

of saying goodbye

of these,
i think, when remembering
my roots, and

the dreams, i had

poetry | 101 | rehab |  roots

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poetry | 101 | rehab | place

Image | | andy townend

You seem to understand my questions, but your answers make no sense to me.
That’s typical of life, isn’t it?
― Alasdair Gray

Welcome to this week’s Poetry 1o1 Rehab Prompt.

My prompt this week is PLACE.

Once again, I skate on thin ice, writing (perhaps) from the view of a pigeon, or (mibby) the observer of a pigeon, once (or twice) removed.

So, this week, write a poem to describe what it means to have a place that makes you feel safe, or a place that once did, and does nae longer.

And in doing so, show us your place, and space.

A space, and place,
in which he,
became,
so easily, dis-placed

and,

(mibby) re-placed
even, before
he, (ever) knew, his
place.

No,
grace.
Deep,
space.
No,
trace.

That face,
re-membered up,
above, in
that
(elevated) place, a
cheery,
wave, from that
(terrace), and
walking away,
thinking that place
was a good
place.

To be.

A pigeon, sitting,
on
a lamp post.

poetry | 101 | rehab |  place

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poetry | 101 | rehab | fem

Image | | andy townend

I hate men who are afraid of women’s strength

― Anaïs Nin

Welcome to this week’s Poetry 1o1 Rehab Prompt.  The first of 2016.

My prompt this week is FEM.

I have tried, and, perhaps in doing so, skated on thin ice, to write from a perspective different than my own. I may, or may not, have achieved that. No doubt, I will find out soon enough.

So, this week, write a poem to describe what it means to be feminine, in your world, or in some other (part of the) world; or, take a different spin from the post and write about something from the perspective of another person, or, if the fancy takes you, something not even human.

And in doing so. Show no mercy.

I am.

Like you.

I am.
I have two legs, two arms,
two eyes.
A brain (with two sides),
just like you.

(more)

I want, and need,
like you, more than,
you.
I can do, all you can,
and more.

(than you can)

I am,
woman.
I can.
I do.
I need,
no rescue.

(by you)

I need.
No.
Mercy.

I am,
human

(and you?)

poetry | 101 | rehab | fem

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poetry | 101 | rehab | odyssey

Image | | andy townend

 Why cover the same ground again? … It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.

― Homer, The Odyssey

 

Welcome to this week’s Poetry 1o1 Rehab Prompt, which is also the last for 2015, but fear not, the Rehab will return next year – in fact next week 😉

My prompt this week is ODYSSEY.  The Odyssey is one of two major ancient Greek epic poems attributed to Homer. It is, in part, a sequel to the Iliad, the other work ascribed to Homer. An odyssey is also described variously as a long wandering or voyage usually marked by many changes of fortune and often as an intellectual or spiritual wandering or quest. So, this week, put aside the seasonal eating and drinking for a moment, and write a poem to describe your own personal odyssey.

Winding roads, long, hard, lonely.
Fragments of, his story.

Relentless snow.
Hopeless, no.

So it was,
and is
on, and on, and on, and
cold, hope’s flickering light, beckoning.
At the end of the road, a reckoning.

Snows passed.
Times passed.

The light flickered, and faded,
out.

And still,
the road, winding ahead, a siren,
calls.

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poetry | 101 | rehab | wrapping

Image | | andy townend

snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance
― haruki murakami

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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

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poetry 101 rehab: fallacy

Image | | andy townend

“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.

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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

poetry 101 rehab: magic

Image | | andy townend

Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself
― Leo Tolstoy

The Poetry 101 Rehab was initially set up for those who missed the creative writing challenge of the Writing 201 Poetry course run by the Daily Post.

Some may remember that last week I was of a mind to change things. Sometimes change is not a good thing. Listening is always a good thing.

So Poetry 101 Rehab is back. Not that it was away for long.

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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.

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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 MAGIC.

Row upon row

of empty seats.

Day after day,

they stayed away

Who will pay?

None can say?

It sure ain’t,

magic.

This week’s prompt is a slightly bitter take on one of the consequences of the recent Brussels Lockdown and it’s also the prompt for the first day of the WordPress Writing 101 Poetry course to which I have signed up. I do hope neither you nor the people at WordPress mind me mixing the two together here in this post.

What will your take on the keyword MAGIC 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 | one  | magic | prompt by la duchess d’erat