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!
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.
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 or Yahoo or AOL account to post in the comments section. Most of you do have Gmail or Yahoo or AOL, but for those of you that don't, it's extremely worthwhile to open up one of these email accounts now! This way you've got a chance to get your work out there in the world.
Today's poem or short story prompt is the word "back".
Start Somewhere
ReplyDeleteI lift weights at home
Ashamed
Pumping (ha, right)
Ten pounds each arm
My back tilting like sensitive windmill
A year of lifting
This is what I manage
Home is where only I judge me
Next year: 15
I have goals
I have ambitions
Respect
Starts with my back
Arms
It's discipline
Which I hear is good
Catherine Powers
September 19, 2018
Copyright 2018
IT'LL BE BETTER LAST TIME
ReplyDeleteDon't tell me you can't go back.
Don't tell me that you can't go back
to where it all started
and change that
one
little
thing.
That one little thing that triggered
all the other little things
that led us to where we are now.
Don't tell me that I can't go back
and fix it.
Don't tell me it's too late to finish what I started.
That it's too late to pick up where I left off
on a thousand different projects
or that I can't go back and fix what I broke
or raise the kids again
or take that vacation again, but different this time,
or spend more time with my parents
or your parents
or our parents.
Don't tell me that you just can't take it anymore
That it's too little, too late.
Don't tell me that.
Don't tell me that now.
Go back and tell me that at the beginning.
I'll listen this time.
But you know I won't.
We both know I won't.
Don't tell me I can go back.
Mike Fedel
Sept 26, 2018