We wrote for an hour or more, creating starts to five poems.
Here are two prompts we used:
This one came from my journal:
"Next morning, breakfast" and from here we spent five to seven minutes finding the poem in the words.
Another prompt was a line from Neruda's "Your Laughter." It was to be used as an epigraph:
"Take bread away from me, if you wish"
This evening I revisited poems I'd written during November as part of Poem a Day. I still haven't done anything with them yet, but it might be a good thing to work on - see if there is anything cohesive enough to become a new collection.
Here's a poem for the day:
|by Éireann Lorsung|
Nothing touches like tan velvet touches
the palm. Now the cracks come, because what gives
without taking?—Doesn't exist. Say
you forget what is lanolin, what is raw about fleece
uncarded & unwashed. Say the silver feel
of charmeuse lines your sleep. You've lost
what there was before pins & needles, sound
a scissors makes through cloth on a hardwood floor,
thick waist of the dressmaker's dummy. Don't tell me
any more. Without Burano lace, without cinnabar
strung on a cuff, shantung and satin and netting and swiss:
no rich man, no camel, no needle's threatening eye.
I'm off to bed. Maybe do a little reading...