The prompt for today… well two days ago was to look at the image The Garden of Earthly Delights and to use this as inspiration. I was immediately drawn to the pair of ears with a blade stabbing through them.
A Knife In My Ears – 8/04/2020
Waking up to to the songs of birds,
It's so uplifting and so beyond words
A melody that gets broken before its time
As its destroyed by the noise of mankind.
The sound cuts through me,
Like a knife in my ears,
A blade of noise,
Taking me down,
Knocking me out,
Stealing my peace.
Silence is a blessing we don't often find,
Noise is a curse of our own making.
How do we keep the space between our ears clear,
So that we can get away from ourselves and start to hear?
The world slowly turns,
And humanity slowly learns,
That stopping and taking a step back
Might return to us the peace that we lack.
The prompt for today was to include each of the following which seems to have resulted in something quite bizarre but I like it.
- Begin the poem with a metaphor.
- Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
- Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
- Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
- Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
- Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
- Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
- Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
- Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
- Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
- Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
- Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
- Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
- Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
- Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
- Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
- Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
- Use a phrase from a language other than English.
- Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
- Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.
The Conscious Painting – 5/04/2020
Loneliness is a forgotten piece of art
Screaming out to no one from the bottom of its heart
A paint pallette lies at the side of an easel
An image that on the whole seems peaceful
But tearing back the curtain shows something real
A set of paints that lets you paint how you feel
Paints that smell how each colour looks
But there’s no inspiration from worlds or books
Reach out and touch it and it disappears
Connect with it with more than eyes, hands and ears
A deep breath and the air overwhelms taste
Does this make any sense or is it all a waste?
“Dinnae be whitterin’ on about nought lad!”
Come the harrowing criticisms of my dad
“Wuts this poem aboot Jacky, are ye mad?”
Back to the solitary easel and the room in which its found
A room that feels so deeply emotionally drowned
Flooded with dark waters of disgust and fear
There’s no wildlife that could survive in here
But a repeated ridiculous lie just might
And that’s how lonliness can turn day into night
Loneliness is nothing like a forgotten piece of art
Art doesn’t lie and steal truth from the heart
Loneliness is a poison that turns the mind inside out
Eating the soul with painful shout after shout
The easel will still be a help though
The unnerving paint of lonliness will show
The arrogant brushes get up and start to dance
Laughing at pain and misery with each and every glance
But control can still be taken and won
The artist is in charge not the medium
These colours may have been used for darkness before
But that is simply will not be the case anymore
Pull the plug and the loneliness drains away
This is in hand no matter what the voices say
It’s time again for Jacky boy to break this fourth wall
To make this poem mean something to us all
picking up the brushes and painting a symphony
A replica of the London philharmonic company
A painting that defies it’s gloomy setting
A painting that’s never worth forgetting
The prompt today was to write about something from a dream
The Man in a Dream – 4/04/2020
He can do anything that guy
Without effort he begins to fly
And turns invisible in the blink of an eye
He juggles with cars
He teleports to mars
And dances with the stars
He can do anything that man
He swings on vines just like Tarzan
And hosts imaginary feasts just like Peter Pan
He swallows fire
He walks the high wire
And he sings solos in a choir
He can do anything that bloke,
He makes doves appear out of smoke
He can climb the highest oak
He talks with pets
He flies fighter jets
He plays double bass in string quartets
He can do anything.
The man in a dream.
A little late on this one the challenge of using a list of 10 random words and googled rhymes stumped me at first. Here’s the list and there 10 rhyming counterparts
Apply – 4/04/2020
Well it’s time to look for something new
So get out the laptop and pour yourself a brew
Open up Google go straight to Indeed
This time you hope you’re going to succeed
As you think about joining a new team
And how long this has been your dream
You go straight ahead and apply direct
Making sure each word and spelling is checked
You think carefully about each thing that’s required
And hope you meet all that’s desired
You send it off and quickly get a reply
They’ve said yes and want to give you a try
You travel to location and check into a hotel
Suddenly your stomach feels like hell
You never thought this would be easy
But now it’s the night before and you’re feeling queasy
The fact that your here is simply crazy
So you reach for a drink until things feel hazy
You wake up in the morning to skies grey
And the first thing you do is begin to pray
It’s time to go and begin your new start
So go and fulfill the desires of your heart.
Today’s prompt was to write about a specific place. The bar described shortly below is a place I’m missing quite a lot due to the lockdown.
It’s a Trap – 2/04/2020
In this place the doors only work one way
And goodbye is simply a word you can’t say
The record on repeat is “staying for just one more”
As you try to work out how to get out the door
You think about going home and realise you’re already there
The first prompt of the month was to write about an action you don’t do very often. I thought about putting on a suit but honestly had no idea the direction that the poem would take in the end.
Putting on a suit – 1/04/2020
Where’s the polish?
Where’s the lint roller?
Where’s the hair spray?
Where are my black socks?
It can’t be time yet!
I need to brush my teeth
I need to iron my shirt
I need to tie my tie
I need to eat my cereal
How can it be time?
The kettles still boiling
I’ve not drunk my tea
The radios still blaring
The news carries on
The phones still ringing
It really can’t be time.
Where are my keys?
Where’s my wallet?
Where’s the address?
Where’s my jacket?
Where are you?
It must be time…
Because you’re not there
And I’m wearing my black socks
And my shirt and tie
And I’m sitting in a car
And I’m Wondering why
And you’re not there
I’m with family
But you’re not there
I’m with friends
But you’re not there
I’m in your house
But you’re not there
I’m wearing your tie
But you’re not there
And now I’m on my own
And now you’re there
You’re in my mind
When I hear loose change
When I buy a newspaper
When I wear a flat cap
When I drink tequila
When I hear that song
That’s where you are.
It was time but it still feels wrong
It was time but I wish it wasn’t
It was time that took me by surprise
But at least now you’re there.
If you’ve found this, you probably already know why you’re here. On the off chance you’ve stumbled across it, let me explain what’s going on here.
April is national poetry writing month. So once a day I’ll be uploading something here. I don’t expect the quality to be amazing but I’m gonna have a go, I used to write all the time but for whatever reason fell out of the habit. I’m hoping this will help bring back my love for words and writing. The topics and styles will be broad and there will be no theme and who knows I might carry on past April.
So let’s give this a shot.