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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Today's Poem or Short Story Prompt: The Word "Message"

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.  We've even been so generous to accept poets from other parts of the USA and the entire country of Canada!  

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Today's poem or short story prompt is the word "message."




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  1. Save Your Face For Graduation

    She lived in a world of messages
    Sometimes visible
    But mostly unseen
    The world talked to her
    Gave her clues and signs
    Portents and warnings
    She said I might live in this world
    If I could just slow down and listen
    If I couldn't listen then look
    Really look
    Look until people
    Or pets
    Even things
    Took on a radiance or dullness
    This world we live in, she said
    Either gives or takes
    So last night I stared in the mirror
    It felt like a long time
    Perhaps an hour
    I couldn't see anything but my own face
    Every pore and line and scar and blemish
    I might have imagined this but there were moments
    When I felt illuminated
    My skin and hair giving off a radiance
    A gleam or shining
    But when I got too excited
    That light diminished
    It receded like the low tide
    The water still there but being drawn out to sea

    Like I said I might have imagined this all
    I think it's easier to start with pennies on the ground
    Or feathers that drift by your window on a bus
    Or a cold draft in a warm room on a hot day
    Or a cloud that looks like your dead mother
    Looking for signs here seems less complicated
    More straightforward
    Less open to self-conscious interpretation
    Get proficient in reading the outward world
    Save your face for graduation

    Catherine Powers
    November 5, 2013
    Copyright 2013

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