today’s prompt was from Dr. Cynthia A. Cochran of Illinois College. apparently it is a great prompt for anyone who likes to write descriptive prose but shudders at writing poetry. youdescribe in great detail your favorite room, place, meal, day, or person. then you cut unnecessary words like articles and determiners (a, the, that) and anything that isn’t really necessary for content; leave mainly nouns, verbs, a few adjectives.
i took a rambling piece of writing and made a slightly less rambling poem, i enjoyed the task of paring down, even though i’d say it deosn’t come naturally to me… here is my offering:
words written sit along lines,
cutting through brain, a circular saw,
only bits remembered.
but good songs grab like nothing else.
songs follow looping “g”,
“s” twisting back. joined-together
words flow, pull themselves along sounds
looping high, then
low around edges – thummering
bass notes circle pelvic bowls,
pure, high note runs down spinal bones
skipping over some in transit.
songs creep into ears
find ways into cauliflowered grey matter’s
hills and valleys.
never take straight lines,
meander. rest in gentle valleys.
truth tripped from tongues
slips under closed doors,
kissed by lipsticked mouth,
pushed by quiet hand in
space between wood and floor.
old fashioned love.
hand touching hand. real contact.
taken bodily, sat in that chair,
doesn’t let you leave until
your heart has wept a thousand times
in a single heartbeat,
leapt a thousand times
in a pure note of unutterable joy,
your guts have been strummed
like a mandolin,
your sinews have rung out
with each corresponding note.
good songs leave you
tattered, in rags, in love,
on the edge, over the edge,
longing for home you
never knew you had,