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, then 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 or short story 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.
Today's poem or short story prompt is "fork".
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 or short story 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 there in the world.
Today's poem or short story prompt is "fork".
Fork Thoughts
ReplyDeleteI don't like to eat with big forks
I prefer a smaller fork
Called a salad fork by cutlery crowd
Who deemed salad would get smaller tines
When a potato would get a pitchfork
I don't spend much time thinking about this
It only crosses my mind on occasion
When I am forced to use a fork
That goes against my true nature
Catherine Powers
Copyright 2013
July 15, 2013
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ReplyDeleteUNEATEN LETTUCE
ReplyDeleteThere was something infinitely sad
about the way she held her fork.
It was as though each and every meal
was an echo of the last meal she'd had
with her grandmother.
Mike Fedel
July, 2013
Fork This
ReplyDeleteThe best Quentin Tarantino I ever saw
was the Jackie Brown dubbed for TV
with all the curses replaced by euphemisms
and most of 'em loyal to the originals' initial letters,
and trying to make some kind of sense---
thus Samuel Jackson demanding
the return of his "mutual-fundin' money,"
and some other variation involving "mother-father"
in a context I can no longer recall.
The best was when he made reference
to his own rear end. "Ass" was okay earlier
in the insulting sense of "jerk," short for "asshole,"
though not the literal asshole, sphincter & all,
but Jackson's swearing on "my black ass" had to go---
not literal either, cuz it's synecdoche,
its standing for all of him, or by extension
for his very essence, in the adamant way
we say that kind of thing of our asses.
Still, too shocking or vulgar for F/X.
So what did it become? His black "tuckus."
You can't tell me they weren't having fun with that one.
-- LisaLou