(This blog is devoted to a select group of poets. We're starting with poets from the Ann Arbor area, but, hey, if you're from Detroit, Grand Rapids, Saginaw or the Upper Peninsula than that is okay, too.
Our goal is to provide you with a prompt every day from which you are to garner inspiration and submit a poem. How to submit will be very easy. Just put your poem in the comments section and hit post. You may not immediately see your post, but it is there under the "Comments" section. You may need to click on "Comments" to see your poem. It is there on another page.
Our goal is to provide you with a prompt every day from which you are to garner inspiration and submit a poem. How to submit will be very easy. Just put your poem in the comments section and hit post. You may not immediately see your post, but it is there under the "Comments" section. You may need to click on "Comments" to see your poem. It is there on another page.
You may need to have a Gmail account to post in the comments section. Most of you do have Gmail, but for those of you that don't it's extremely worthwhile to open up one now! That way you've got a chance to get your work out their in the world.
Here's today's prompt: "Next".
Here's today's prompt: "Next".
NEXT
ReplyDeleteMy hand froze.
Everyone looked at me. With a simple push of a button,
I could release us from
the pain of
an unrehearsed Paul Simon.
Balance.
My love of the spontaneous
with
our love of the audience.
I was standing in the middle of a large, open space
surrounded by tall poles
At the top of each pole was a boulder
balanced
precisely
so precisely, I was sure that the slightest breeze would topple them
but it didn't matter
because there was no breeze
no clouds
no birds
no beasts
no sound
My hand turned into something blue.
The boulders were large.
too large and heavy for the poles.
What kept them up?