MONDAY PROMPT/September 27
This Empty House, or “To Really Write a Poem, Climb Up into a Tree Fort”
This week’s prompt
A friend called recently to see how I was doing now that both of my children are in school full-time. “I’m bored. I can’t write anything,” I confessed. “Put your shoes on the minute you get out of bed,” she advised me. “This will make you feel motivated.” Minutes earlier — barefoot — I had sent another friend a message practically begging for stimulation: “Tell me something…anything! How are you?”
This empty house was what I’d been craving for years. I should be churning out poems at least every hour with all this free time. I should be reading a poetry book a day and writing thoughtful, intelligent reviews.
Turns out, this empty house was exactly the problem. It took my dog and my 4th grader to show me that all you really need to fix a broken poem-er is to step outside.
The dog wanted to go out. The 4th grader had rigged an elaborate pulley system on his tree fort using a 10-foot rope, the dog’s lead and his bike as leverage. To get the dog’s lead, I had to climb up into the tree fort. What a view! Next, I had to twist and turn, not just my body but the various ropes and leads, too. I had to stand up in the tree fort.
You get the picture, right? Childhood memories, king (queen) of the mountain, Tarzan and Jane fantasies, fear of heights … Yes, folks, the poems began to arrive—in earnest!
Your task this week? Step outside your house. Of course, that’s a bit of a metaphor. It may take more than literally stepping out the door. You may have to take a few steps and actually move outside your comfort zone. Do something different. Do something you haven’t done in awhile.
Whatever you choose to do, be aware of all that arises in your poetic mind. Then write it down, and craft your adventure into a poem. If the poem winds up being about something besides your adventure, that’s OK. You know how we feel about rules! Just be sure to tell us, if you’re so inclined, how you came to write this week’s poem.
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Oh, Jill! When I read this prompt (and I can relate, every year when the kids go back to school it takes me a couple days to get used to all that space to write and create) I thought of this quote from Rainer Rilke:
“Whoever you are: some evening take a step out of your house, which you know so well. Enormous space is near.”
This is one of the quotes that I wrote on the front of my goals notebook when 2010 started.
julie love rainer….. thanks for another one of his uplifting poems!!! i will take that with me thru my outdoor adventure….
it’s not about the poems, it’s about the living, the poems will come if you live –
hope you do not mind if mine turns to be an emotional adventure ;) not at all physically !!
Responding To You
Right outside my door
is a bottomless blue pool
and out of that pool
each sunset I rise
and enter my own front door
and then act as if
I was never gone.
I do this because you told
me to touch my base.
I shan’t be here tomorrow to put my link up on Come One Come All, but my poems (2) to this prompt are already on my blog at http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com
The longer we remain ‘indoors’, literally and metaphorically, the more our spirit and creativity shrinks to match the constraints of our confining environment – when blocked, take a bottle of water, an apple, and head outdoors…
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