We got everything else on this board, from music, to politics, to science and philosophy, so i figure we should get a poetry thread going too.
So here are the rules: I write down a poem, provide a set of words- any set of words- up to six, and then you write an original poem on any topic you wish, of any length, using the words provided by the poet/poetess before you.
(argghh, I must now write a poem on pain of having major writer's block, and being the first ever to post a "poem")
my poem
I took your wishes
and tossed them high
hoping to reach several
constellations whose names
I've never known,
and I mistook the chirps of a
few lonely crickets for riffs,
and I lost my age in a circle.
Various cds are spinning,
their titles blurred in an oblivion.
I wanted to discern and remember,
for the sake of finding at least
one thing I might find familiar,
a trace of what I might call my own.
Catching text I saw in the blur,
it read "Opeth"
I thought how in the same manner
this blue Earth is spinning,
the same noises, all the sighs
and weighty clamor
I have found distorted in
this pink flower-speckled cd.
I lost myself breathing.
words: refresh, home, search, favorites, history (hehe, I told you i had writer's block!!!!!!)
The real purpose of this "game" is simple: writing is therapeutic. Here's your chance to relax and express yourself while on this cool board.
Cheers.......
So here are the rules: I write down a poem, provide a set of words- any set of words- up to six, and then you write an original poem on any topic you wish, of any length, using the words provided by the poet/poetess before you.
(argghh, I must now write a poem on pain of having major writer's block, and being the first ever to post a "poem")
my poem
I took your wishes
and tossed them high
hoping to reach several
constellations whose names
I've never known,
and I mistook the chirps of a
few lonely crickets for riffs,
and I lost my age in a circle.
Various cds are spinning,
their titles blurred in an oblivion.
I wanted to discern and remember,
for the sake of finding at least
one thing I might find familiar,
a trace of what I might call my own.
Catching text I saw in the blur,
it read "Opeth"
I thought how in the same manner
this blue Earth is spinning,
the same noises, all the sighs
and weighty clamor
I have found distorted in
this pink flower-speckled cd.
I lost myself breathing.
words: refresh, home, search, favorites, history (hehe, I told you i had writer's block!!!!!!)
The real purpose of this "game" is simple: writing is therapeutic. Here's your chance to relax and express yourself while on this cool board.
Cheers.......
)
