COME ONE, COME ALL/ September 3
by Carolee, Deb & Jill
It’s show time! It’s time to post your original poem, written in response to Monday’s prompt – finding words from our everyday lives – or any other inspiration from the week. (We love it when you write to our prompt, but we also love it when you write on a whim. We all know how fickle that muse can be.)
What did you write? Please leave a link to your blog post, or leave your poem itself, in the comments!
Let the show begin! This post is “sticky” — it will stay right here in the spotlight for you all weekend.
Here’s how prompts work under the Big Tent
You’ve got all week to write your poem, based on this week’s prompt. Come Fridays (today!) you’ll find a “Come One, Come All” post (this one!) where you can 1) leave a link to your poem or 2) leave the poem in its entirety.
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Not very happy with what I came up with, but oh well… Land Fall
I started off following the prompt, but ended up going down a different rabbit trail and wrote another hospital poem:
Posted by mistake earlier in the week, as you may remember.
I cheated a bit, but rather like what happened.
Here is mine:
Defnitely a challenging prompt –
Here’s my idiosyncratic take on the prompt:
A quantum vinaigrette over lightly mixed greens
Not many words came my way.
Welcome to the Big Tent, pwf!
Here ya go!
Simon and Julie Love Leather Leggings
I have a couple of small ones.
Mine fulfilled two prompts. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2010/08/31/journey-into-sorry/
Here’s mine: WHERE THERE’S LIFE
Here is mine:
Mine’s an old senryu but I do have a story about a conversation I overheard on the telly. http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com/2010/09/03/in-the-news/
‘First Day Of Spring’
which was actually written the day before Spring.I also put a video on of Spring music to accompany the poem.
Don’t text message me….call me and offer up The bouquet of your mind.
Donald, I couldn’t work out how to comment on this fabulous poem. It should be printed in millions and distributed to te text-addicted young of the world. The message in your words is (in the proper sense) powerful text.
You are too kind. Thanks Viv for the comment. I do not answer text messages. It drives my daughters to distraction and that gives me hours of joy and pleasure.
My daughters wouldn’t bother, they know I wouldn’t know how to respond. And I’m comfortable with that. They have friends to text with. I am their mother and they just have to deal with it. I loved the poem as well, can you tell?
Here is big money transaction.
I didn’t manage to write to the prompt this week, but here’s what I did write:
Here’s my poem with a title change to reflect where the poem went—
Thanks for an interesting prompt!
It’s interesting when you stop and observe the world around you. Thanks for the prompt!
Not sure how successful my little experiment turned out…but you can find it here:
Sometimes conversations can be poetic on their own.
I have yet to catch up (still on a tough work schedule) on writing and reading but am excited to see you all here!
there is way too much dr. phil in my everyday life!
oops — wrong poem.
this is the one for the prompt — http://another2doors.wordpress.com/2010/08/31/were-here-today-waiting-for-free-delivery-set-up-and-removal/
I wroteThe Final Seaside Trip using the words and phrases I observed from a couple by the seaside.
Hi John! Welcome to the BT.
And here’s my response to the prompt. It’s a bit different than my usual fair…
Sometimes my Google account works, and more often it doesn’t: this is one of those times. Do you not have an option for Open ID – which is NOT anonymous?!
A delicious poem, in more ways than one. Thank you. Here in France they only feed corn to the cattle, so we tried cooking some once, that we picked in a neighbouring field. Never again – it was like bullets. I hark back to the days when I used to grow it in my English cottage garden: yummy.
I have had the unfortunate joy of being stalked online, and so I keep my stuff very closed down. Nothing against anyone here! Just long experience (8+ years of very nasty harassment of me and my young daughter). I’ll see if the Open ID thing will work without turning on other things that I don’t want on, though!
As to cow corn, yeah, you don’t eat that. No sugar content at all LOL… We have cow corn in our lower field, which we rent out to a local farmer, and we snag a few pieces for our chickens. It’s okay for drying and grinding into cornmeal, though!
Nice prompt. I found many a word at the supermarket where I do my grocery shopping – surprising, the things you hear!
Thanks for the prompt and the site!
Holding My Place
I hold certain things
in my grasp, in my orbit
as they circle you,
as I circle you.
The gravel of my long path,
all this way I’ve come
to be here with you,
these stones click beneath my feet
as I shift, restless
waiting for notice.
Like this Christopher, especially “the gravel of my long path.”
Wistful,moving and a little sad.Well done.
Love the sounds of gravel in your poem. How they are a character. Lovely.
My poem “recipe from the devil’s cookbook” can be found under “Poem for Big Tent Poetry”
My poem on the absurd
hi, everyone! what a great turn-out!! can’t wait to read your poems. i am behind and haven’t written one of my own (in quite a while) but i am determined to write to this prompt and so i’m going to hold off reading your poems until i either (a) write one of my own or (b) give up on writing one of my own this week. :)
Botanic Gardens, September 1st
A tinge of melancholy in the garden. Really liked it.
The words gathered.
Only say the word
Here is my poem, inspired (if not exactly based on) the prompt:
“Papergown,” here -
Nice to jump in on a prompt again, finally!
Hi there circus goers!
I’ve been travelling this week and a bit short on internet hook-up so I didn’t see the prompt until yesterday. Not being able to collect words and phrases for a poem I thought I’d try and stay as close to the theme as I could. These are two short poems wriiten “in the moment” last weekend in café in Cambridge (UK) last Saturday, both relating to people watching. BTW the reference to the “first floor” in the second is UK English so second floor to my North American friends.
My podcast this week is “Extra Sensory Perception” – just click my name to go listen.
Eyes & Ears
My eyes dart left
and quickly avert
my ears pricked up
trying so hard not to stare
not to listen in
not to read and re-read
the body language
the facial expressions
the lies and deceit
from the heart-felt honesty
the guile and wit
from the sincerity
My ears still open
my eyes revert to the screen
while I write
absorb myself in others’ lives
absorb myself in my words
discreetly depicting the scene
yet keeping the content
The Child’s Eyes
First floor dreams
conjure boyhood schemes,
the fruit juice is exciting, tingly,
the chocolate mousse tastes tomatoey
and sharing mummy’s croissant,
is such a grown-up treat:
yummy, yummy, in my tummy!
First floor scenes
conjure boyhood dreams,
Can I have some more please?
oh-so polite grown-up,
kissing little sister,
We’re very high in the sky,
I wish we could be in the clouds!
Best to all
Oh, but you should eavesdrop. Be that voyeur! Discrete? Nah!
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Here is my try. My church has a vibrant ministry for children with autism and their families. This poem is for all those who may have encountered someone with autism.
Everyday Encounters with a Changling
A lousy raise communicated by e-mail: that was my inspiration for the prompt. All words straight from the boss’s e-mail; just shuffled up a bit. :-) The spirit remains the same.
happy saturday evening, everyone! keep the poems coming tonight and tomorrow!
monday we’ll have a new prompt even though it’s a holiday in the u.s. (everyday’s a holiday under the big tent!)
I think I am just in time before the train pulls out. I have been shoring words with so much of love through the week that I didn’t want to miss the train. Thank you so much for such a wonderful prompt.
Here is my link – http://umaathreya.blogsome.com/2010/09/05/desert-flowers/
My poem is at http://sadlywaiting.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-only.html. I used a couple of words from my everyday life as a teacher.