thinking thinking thinking
bee wasp bee
flea itch itch
thinking butterfly thinking
There’s an apple on my head!
Where’d that come from?
What do I want with an apple?
thinking thinking thinking
bee fly butterfly itch
what was I thinking?
crunch toss flea itch
whose car that is
I think I know
his wife is in the city, though,
and will not see him
to catch an hour with a
- In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
[In regione caecorum rex est luscus.]
- Desiderius Erasmus, Adagia (III, IV, 96)
You say: Stupid is as Stupid does
Sometimes Stupid’s what’s needed. I say.
Smart outsmarts itself, trying to fool,
making off with more than smart can own.
Bring me yon pot of pretties,
he said, and I’ll gie ye a pennie.
Smart would take the pretties
and old man keep his pennie. Foolish me,
I did the chore and told him keep his money.
He did, but gave me his wallet instead,
flat as the top of a baker’s head,
but not averse to granting wishes.
- For today’s prompt, use an epigraph to kickstart your poem. That is, use a quotation. You can use a favorite of your own, or if you’re having trouble thinking of one, I’ve provided a few below. To format an epigraph poem, a poet places the quotation between the title and the body of the poem, while also giving credit to the source of the quotation.
- “Our homes are on our backs and don’t forget it,” -Molly Peacock
- “Always forgive your enemies–nothing annoys them so much.” -Oscar Wilde
- “Every noble work is at first impossible.” -Thomas Carlyle
- “Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.” -Jim Carrey
- “A friend doesn’t go on a diet because you are fat.” -Erma Bombeck
You asked some time ago for an explanation.
I have dithered over writing, hesitating only
because I know full well how you will react. Call it proactive cringing
if you want. Whatever makes you…I almost said makes you happy,
and isn’t that a laugh? I send you a fortune,
a king’s fortune, and you…Well, no matter. I left to see the world.
Now I have seen it, and the world has seen your foolish daughter,
and given her what you will never give. Love.
Mam, it was me, Stupid, that saved the world.
I am sorry about the cow.
- Write a procrastination poem, or as I like to call it a “I’ll get to it tomorrow” poem. Or…
- Write a proactive poem, or the old “I’ll get to it today” poem.
On the Origins of Class Warfare in Traditional German Folk Tale
every night, dance.
And every morning–holes.
And it’s the cobbler gets the damns
for giving them paper soles.
But they must be feather-light for romance,
the dozen flighty scolds.
Anger the cobblers: we’ll shoe you to prance
properly. On your toes.
Thinking about those dark ladies and mysterious love objects…
(to the “inside out” of the prompt)
if i were trouble and you
were a dog
my internal vowels
would be strewn over two fields, my
b would be hung
about with l like long sausage.
would eat my r
and sip tea from my disturbed
while you rest your chin on crossed paws,
making sonnets about my bloody scent
Shame is the starting point for this prompt. Shame is often a strongly felt emotion. But shame in itself is also a useless state of being, restoring nothing that might have been damaged, and is at root a self-centered point of view. Most of its energy comes out of our not wanting it to be revealed. However this prompt is not “about” shame, but rather how it might be addressed in a manner that expresses and releases the experience. How you address and discover this process within a poem is the real challenge of this prompt.
the eyes that smile above the rim
holds you in two hands
is in the fearless heart
is upright, knowing how to bend