Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-a-Day prompt: write a “tense poem. It could be past tense, present tense, and/or future tense. Or it could be about a tense feeling. Or the tension in an object (like the strings of a guitar).” Maureen Thorson’s NaPoWriMo prompt: write a “self-portrait poem, in which you explain why you are not a particular piece of art (a symphony, a figurine, a ballet, a sonnet), use at least one outlandish comparison, and a strange (and maybe not actually real) fact.” She gives Jane Yeh’s “Why I Am Not a Sculpture” as a model. A longer poem today, a curtal sonnet rather than a small form like a tanka or a doidotsu, as I've been doing lately. Bassist and Bassline Okay, melded the prompts again. A "tense poem" ✓ (at least the word tense is there), self-portrait ✓ (very quick), outlandish comparison ✓ (nailed!), strange fact ✓ (well, a fact, fasure, but not that strange). Quite philosophical, not usually my vibe. Lots of slant rhyme, which is usually my vibe . . . I'm especially proud of "mangoes"/"line goes"! Here's Alan's poem, with an intriguing title as well as intriguing tension. Why I Am Not David Bowie Friends, won’t you comment, please? Love to know what you’re thinking. Thanks! Ingat, everyone. ヅ |
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Man, the curtal sonnet is your "jawn" (as they say in nearby Philly). I agree: you nailed the "outlandish comparison," yet it makes sense too. And I love the idea of the bassline becoming its own entity. I enjoyed writing mine today, but don't think I did much with the outlandish comparison or the "strange fact."
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