I've edited this a bit and taken out some words that were just crowbarred in to comply with the prompt. It was inspired by my frequent visits to Loggerheads country park back home in Wales and the feelings of timelessness that evoked. I wanted to experiment with enjambment and overlapping sentences. You'll find you can read the poem in a loop and, just like the river, you can jump in at any point. Random words: wall, fly, sit, river, span, green, bloom, forget, enchant, explode. Prompt: poem. Loggerheads
I sit Enveloped in the tumult of the river A wall of silence amid enchanted chaos I sit Watching a parade of images explode and bloom In my brain - like a wild flower I sit Lost in a span of green - a blanket That smothers me in solitude While the flies chatter over my head.
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In Writers Group last week we were asked to come up with ten random words and incorporate them into a prompt.
My words: write, snow, falter, sing, solid, tree, picture, fan, cola, coda My prompt was "Postcard" Hi. Sorry it's taken so long to write. There's been such a maelstrom in my head and every time I put pen to paper I would falter. Such an assault on the senses - nothing seemed solid. It's dreamlike being back and I have to keep reminding myself that I'm a real person in a physical world with a job to do. I want to sing every day. I do, actually, though usually out of earshot of the neighbours! My head is still full of home, of cold and snow and pictures of mountains in their austere beauty - surreal images when you're sitting under a fan and it's 32 degrees indoors. I've resolved to make myself healthier and try and eat more fresh food. It's surprisingly difficult here where I only have a microwave and if you eat out it's usually something fried. I already lapsed and bought Coca-Cola - well, Pepsi. I've not yet touched the whisky, though we'll see how long that lasts. I'm writing this in Surat Writers. I didn't intend to, so it's rather weird that this is all tumbling out from ten random words, but I think it makes a fitting coda to a wonderful Christmas trip. Miss you all. Love, Michael. PS: I need to include the word "tree". |
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