DAY ONE
A Story About the Body
by Robert Hass
The young composer, working that summer at an artist's colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a painter, almost sixty, and he thought he was in love with her. He loved her work, and her work was like the way she moved her body, used her hands, looked at him directly when she made amused and considered answers to his questions. One night, walking back from a concert, they came to her door and she turned to him and said, "I think you would like to have me. I would like that too, but I must tell you that I have had a double mastectomy," and when he didn't understand, "I've lost both my breasts." The radiance that he had carried around in his belly and chest cavity—like music—withered very quickly, and he made himself look at her when he said, "I'm sorry. I don't think I could." He walked back to his own cabin through the pines, and in the morning he found a small blue bowl on the porch outside his door. It looked to be full of rose petals, but he found when he picked it up that the rose petals were on top; the rest of the bowl—she must have swept them from the corners of her studio—was full of dead bees.
stylish japanese lady tells
young composer to get stuffed
ever so nicely
DAY 2
if aprosexia
was at all connected
to having sex with
someone wearing an apron
i guarantee
concentration levels
would improve 100%
particularly in the male
of the species
aprosexia is an inability to focus attention
DAY 3
today's prompt
glosa is not a nail varnish
it is a spanish poetic form
which is best attempted
after drinking numerous glasses of sangria
on a hot summers day
buena suerte
DAY 4
write a marriage poem in shadorma form
they do know
they are truly blessed
a rare thing
still playing
after 70 short years
together always
DAY 5
I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual
i suppose it's unusual
for a creature
to bomb maternity hospitals
to mass murder old people
women and children
i suppose it's unusual
to invade and destroy an entire country
without provocation and start a war
i suppose it's unusual
to cause endless suffering without consequence
i suppose it's unusual
this vile creature is still functioning
i suppose it's unusual that we look on
watch the slaughter without intervening
DAY 6.....Acrostic....SANDALS
Shall i compare thee to a summers day
Absolutely
Not
Delightful Dennis has better
Avian
Legs
Shakespeare?...not sure about his
DAY 7
Fibonacci Form
it
starts
so well
so often
then just falls apart
after the first flush of romance
so why does this always happen
it's probably me
maybe not
oh well
tant
pis






Bravo!!! You are doing such good writings (and fun ones too)
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These are wonderful!!! #6 has to be my favorite!
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i am tempted to write a fibonacci poem. :)
Nice words.
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These are all wonderful, Cressida! Day 5 hits the nail on the head. I am still laughing from that photo-priceless.
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