Retweeting a Poem that Begins with a Retweet—Prompt Inspired by Maggie Smith

I feel as if I have finally succumbed to the meme of the photograph of wearing a t-shirt with a photo of myself wearing a t-shirt with a photo of myself wearing a t-shirt with a photo of myself wearing a t-shirt with a photo….

But I love this poem and the idea behind it. I too must point out every piece or instance of beauty I see as if the lack of acknowledgment will cause that flower or bird or tree or moth to disappear or shift the current timeline so that Finland really isn’t real or fade the part of me that notices such joys.

For your first prompt, use a line from Twitter, Facebook or other social media platform or from a meme as the first line of your poem or as a ghostline that you delete afterwards.

For the second prompt, use the statement “If you smell / smoke and don’t search for fire” or another one from the poem as a ghostline. Remember to delete the line and give credit to the poet.

For the next prompt, create your own series of “if”statements that builds to a breaking point, or create a series of if-then statements that defy current reality.

For the fourth prompt, chose several of these objects and/or creatures to interact with one another, or make one the narrator.

For the final prompt, write a poem using the following words from the poem: “past,” “point,” “shout,” “silence,” “find,” “pool,” “look,” “smoke,” “search,” and “tell” but try to switch the nouns to verbs and vice versa.

Bonus prompt: rewrite a myth into the vernacular and tone of a meme

And I just wanted to share that my plumeria finally bloomed!

It’s just a baby though…

Prompt from Todd Dillard—More Twitter Prompts

So my vacation did not lend itself to poetry…my head was too full of conversation scraps and scenery to settle into a writing space. Perhaps because of my own jumbled chaos, I am particularly attracted to structured prompts at the moment. Here is a prompt that poet Todd Dillard posted and agreed to allow me to share:

I particular like this because this prompt could be the first line that you use to enter a surreal world but that you can then erase it as you would a ghostline if you like.

Bonus prompt: use the photo below as a metaphor for the layers (or teetering piles for me) of people and places within your memory. How does one event stack upon another and collect other memories or distinguish itself from another? What moments do you choose to gather? Which ones cannot you not let go?

And here is the evening sky from my vacation near the Buffalo River in the Ozarks.

Beginnings and Endings—Editing and Writing Prompts Inspired by Ruth Awad

Good editors can show you new directions that you cannot see while in the middle of your poem, but you can use the same strategies for your own editing process. I have been told that some of my poems seem written to get to that last line or image. If you have received the same comment—or if an existing poem simply doesn’t work—take the last line, move it to the beginning, and edit from there.

For the first writing prompt, take either the first line—“And the lie is that I survived because parts of me / didn’t”—or the last line—“None of us got what we deserved”—as a ghostline. Remember to erase the line and give credit to the poet.

For the next prompt, make a list of sorrows that you, or others, have carried. Be specific. Are you still carrying them? How did you release them? What now?

For the third writing prompt, write a poem using the following word list: “lie,” “take,” “mirrors,” “look,” “listen,” “light,” “lost,” “worry,” and “remind.” Try to switch the verbs to nouns and vice versa where possible.

For the last editing prompt, take a poem you’re unhappy with and change the verbs to their antonyms. What happens?

Prompts Inspired by Todd Dillard

I love this poem by Todd Dillard and am glad he shared it again today.

For the first prompt, use the line “I never thought there was a gift” as a ghostline. Don’t forget to erase the line and give credit to the poet.

For the second prompt, write of your own experience as a parent or as a child at bedtime. What creatures visited in the night? What did you—or your child—offer them or use to hide from them?

My father grew up in an old farmhouse in which the previous owner had killed himself. He believed that the man had died in his bedroom’s closet. He spent most of his childhood with the covers drawn up over his head even in the humid Midwestern summers without air conditioning.

I miss those years of reading to my daughter, the heaviness of her small body as sleep would finally catch up to her. I would offer much to have that small figure—now grown taller than I am—to once again creep into my room and ask for another story.

Natural Disasters and Other Curses—A Prompt Inspired by My Daughter

So, last month was not productive, and this month…the same. I once again am behind on creating blog posts, editing the manuscript, writing new poems and reading anything other than Twitter. Since my brain is the equivalent of a couch’s cushion crack, I can offer only scattered crumbs and mysterious lumps for prompts.

Write a narrative poem using my daughter’s drawing as inspiration.

For a second poem, create a supernatural reason for a disaster in your life. Create your own superstition. Perhaps you were cursed by an abacus to never understand accounting programs. Or maybe you accidentally stepped on the saint of an ant colony and now will suffer raids of retribution for ever more.

Bonus prompt: write a poem with the title “Lobsters in Rapture.”

Good luck!

Where We Came From—Prompts Inspired by Camille Rankin and Sarah Ghazal Ali

Since I missed posting last week and my most recent post centered on Mother’s Day and mothers, I seem to be repeating myself since this week’s prompts are also about family. I just saw my parents, brother and other family members at my nephew’s wedding. It was so good to be with them especially after the long absence.

People who’d never met me immediately knew I was Richard and Judy’s daughter and Tony’s sister. So much of myself has grown up as the shadow trailing my big brother, as audience to my father’s stories and as confidante to my mother’s worries and hopes. I echo their mannerisms and expressions and slip back into the Southern Illinois twang as soon as the plane lands. I have clay, honeysuckle and hickory bark embedded in my skin. In Mississippi where they live now, the pine trees that replaced the cornfields whisper a greeting.

The first prompt comes from Camille Rankine’s “Genealogy”: make a list of places where you were born again and again. What changes with each rebirth; what remains the same? Where do you go from there? Or as a variation, list the names you have been given. What ones do you answer to? Which ones do you refuse? Which names have you discarded? I am Sis to family, was Sissy only to my Grandpa Raymond, and, awkwardly, Mrs. Hunt to some students. Hunt is the name of my ex-husband, but also of my daughter. It is a name that bumps into doorways. I lost my maiden name long ago but plan to incorporate it as a middle name, as part of my center.

For the second prompt, use the line “How it burned me” as a ghostline. Erase the line after you’ve completed the poem but give credit to the poet.

The next prompt is inspired by Sarah Ghazal Ali’s amazing “Matrilineage [Recovered].” Take your father’s side and your mother’s family trees and create a contrapuntal that interweaves the conversation that created you.

For the next prompt, create a poem using the following word list from “Matrilineage [Recovered]”: “culled,” “resonant,” “kindred,” “field,” “abscission,” “elisions,” “wound,” “plucked,” “recalled,” and “called.”

For the last prompt, use the line “I was culled” as a ghostline, and again erase the line but give credit for the inspiration.

Good luck!

Mother’s Day—Prompts Inspired by

Mother’s Day is a difficult day for many people after losing a parent, the hope of a good relationship with a parent, a child, the possibility of a child, or the judgment for one’s choices. I hope that this day brings you joy or the support you need. If you wish to write, I have prompts inspired by three poets’ poems, each addressing a very different aspect.

The first prompt is inspired by Marie Howe’s “Hurry.” Use the line “Where one day she might stand all grown” as a ghostline and describe the place where you, or another, had to “stand all grown.”

For the second prompt, write a list poem for the errands—the days— you rush through. Where is the end when you can rest?

The next prompt, inspired by Mary Jean Chan’s “Calling Home,” is to write a prose poem that describes how you want to be seen—by your parents, friends, even yourself.

Or describe the versions of yourself that you cropped, donated, or left on the closet floor. Do you still feel some compassion for those smaller selves, frustration at the starched and stiff selves that constricted your lungs, grief for holes and ragged seams?

What shade or time of day is your voice as you spreak through all the walls separating you from those you once knew you and who will never do so again?

The next prompts are inspired by Blas Falconer’s poem “Legacy.” For the first, write a description of the furniture and knickknacks of childhood home that seem to embody your life then. What would their returning to you bring? A wake, a shadow, the chorus of a song?

For the next prompt, answer what a cup or bowl or vase from your mother’s house could hold without ever naming or mentioning that object.

Last Day of 30/30–Final Prompt

Celebrate the last day of the challenge by writing a praise poem to yourself. Whether you wrote 30 poems, 5 poems, one poem or none, acknowledge the good things you do. Take time to give yourself credit for writing and growing. You deserve it!

Best wishes!

Time to flip the page!

The Duplex Poetry Form—Let’s Build a Great Poem

Well, this prompt was supposed to be up days ago. This week has not gone as planned, nor has 30/30 nor the last decade really.

These prompts are all inspired by the amazing poem “Self-Portrait as Etioly” by I. S. Jones and by the creator of the duplex form, Jericho Brown, and his brilliant “Duplex (I Begin With Love).” Click on the links to listen to a recording of the poet reading the poem.

The duplex is a combination of the sonnet, the ghazal, and the blues. It is 14 lines, arranged in couplets in which the first line of the couplet repeats words and phrases from the previous line. For the last couplet, the last line repeats the very first line. For a better description of the poem’s movement, check out this interview with Jericho Brown.

For the first prompt, try to write your own duplex. And please share. I am in love with the form.

For the next prompt, use the line “Some of us don’t need hell to be good” as ghostline. Or use it as an epigraph and write a list poem on what we do need to be good (whatever that is). Another possible direction is to describe what we need hell to be. And as always, be sure to credit the poet for the inspiration.

For a third prompt, replace the verbs and nouns with their antonyms. What happens? This would be for the purpose of an exercise only as it would be too close to the original.

For a fourth prompt, use the line “‘Home’ means what you love cannot return the same” as a ghostline to erase after you’ve finished but give credit to the poet.

For a fifth prompt, write a poem using the following words found in “Self-Portrait as Etioly”: “spell,” “name,” “mother,” “return,” “open,” “thirst,” “face,” “mouths,” “pull,” and “ends” but try to use the verbs from the poem as nouns and vice versa.

Good luck with 30/30. You are almost there! And regardless of how many poems you did or did not write, The Luminaries and I are proud of you.

Earth Day—Prompts

Today, write a love poem to the planet or to one tiny backyard plot, a sonnet to the sunset or a trickling stream, an ode to a budding plumeria or bright tulips. Be extravagant. No coyness today.

For inspiration, read W. S. Merwin’s “Gift.” Such beautiful lines.

For an additional prompt, use the last line for a ghostline: “come and be given”; remember to erase the line and give credit to the poet.

For a darker and necessary poem, read Jane Hirshfield’s “Global Warming” and click on the title to listen to the poet read it. Notice how much significance—and warning—such a short poem can hold.

As a challenge, write about this subject—or another one of your choice—using a historical reference and without naming it within the poem but using the title as the connector.

Last Week’s Prompts

If you are a week (or more) behind as I am, let’s just go back in the calendar and write a poem for then. Here are the prompts I intended to post:

Go back in time. Write a poem with big words. Make the dictionary proud. Or check out Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day for your prompt. Here are a couple of words that may get you started. Remember, using a word with “z” and “q” gets you the most points!

And for April 15th, write a sonnet to the IRS. Or perhaps history is more to your liking: Abraham Lincoln was shot on the 14th but died the next day. The sinking of the Titanic lasted from April 14-15th.

Don’t forget to write an ode to a librarian or a mushroom.

And, finally, I am sorry to have missed celebrating International Haiku Day. Write a haiku. Below are some famous examples. Check out this site for more.

Good luck with the 30/30 challenge! Looks like I will be writing 5 or more a day near the end of April….

Here is a weird fungus if you need some inspiration for mushroom day.

Food and Words to Live Upon—Prompts Inspired by Jacquelyn Bengfort

As always I am grateful for all the new poems and poets Twitter introduces me to. I too love Jacquelyn Bengfort‘s “Apple Sonnet” with its juxtaposition of sound and imagery, fruit and myth and craft.

For the first prompt, write a food poem that emphasizes its sensory associations as well as the sound of its name in the mouth. Try to include historical or mythical references.

For the second prompt, use the line “And I want to write you a poem like that:” as a ghostline. Remember to delete that line but still give credit to the poet.

For the third prompt, choose a word and compare its sound and meaning in two languages. How does the differing sound alter the feel of the word, its connotations? What remains unchanged?

The last prompt is a Mad Lib exercise and will likely create a poem too similar to the original for publication. Replace every concrete noun with another object, switch the verbs to their antonyms, and change all the similes to metaphors (delete the “like” in the comparisons). What happens?

For the last prompt, write a poem on a completely different topic from the following word list: “little,” “ruin,” “wearing,” “good,” “touch,” “winter,” “stains,” “want,” and “gone.”

Good luck with 30/30!

It is the Day of the Bunny—Prompts

It is the day of spring renewal, eggs full of candy, and headless chocolate bunnies…and the 4th day of 30/30. I am already behind, so let’s all get cracking (sorry!)

For the first prompt, rewrite the children’s rhyme “Little Bunny Foo Foo” as horror. Did Little Bunny Foo Foo keep all those heads he “bopped”? What did the Good Fairy really turn him into? Goon or just goo?

Or write about the basket of candy and chocolate, decorated eggs. My mother is diehard fan of the Easter Bunny, especially hiding baskets and eggs in a woods where they may or may not be found before the ants do. Or write about a particular Easter or another family or religious holiday. Timothy Liu’s “Love Poem” demonstrates that a chocolate bunny can be something other than sweet.

It’s 30/30, Poets! Get Your Write On!

April is the cruelest month—it’s National Poetry Month and the write-30-poems-in-30-days challenge! For every day of this month, write a poem. Be on the look out for great readings, workshops and other events too.

For more prompts and information, check out the NaPoWriMo site. The first prompt is already up!

Join me in writing (I hope) 30 poems this month. I will post extra prompts (not daily though—because I will barely make it through this month), but I provide links to other prompt sources.

Be a poetry-writing fool. Get started!

Emerge, Writer—A Prompt for the Equally Confused

Awards, grants, and publications are offered to emerging writers, but what do writers emerge from? Grammar lessons and emo music? Are writers hatched in MFA programs, transformed into soup before erupting out of cocoon and chrysalis, licked into form as bear cubs were once believed to be? Do writers emerge by writing themselves into the view of editors, judges, and publishers? Is it similar to a debutante’s introduction to society? Is there a secret curtsy?

How did you emerge as a writer? What is your origin story? What genre does it fit? Myth or rom com or horror? If a mystery, who died? Do you have a body and a villain in your creation story?

First of all though, have you emerged? When will you? What or who will tell you that you have? Is there a yardstick involved? Where do you go next?

Write a short story or poem answering any of these questions, or none. Make it up as you go.

Self-Correction—A Prompt Inspired by Caroline Bird

Somehow this poem that corrects itself—renames every person and switches verbs and even the conjunction—hooks me.

For the first prompt, write a declarative statement in the first line, and retract or change one word in that statement in each subsequent line until only one word remains from the original.

For the second prompt, use the poem’s last line for a ghostline and see where it takes you. Remember to erase the line and give the poet credit.

Poetry Prompts from Profiles—More Twitter Blessings

So I fell in love with the quote below, so much that I immediately followed the person and asked if I could use it for a prompt, so here we go.

For the first prompt, use the phrase “new liver, same eagles” as a ghostline. You probably don’t need to use “After My Sweet Baboo Redux or After @babsben unless you really want to.

For the next prompt, take a popular myth or fairytale and rewrite it in modern language or a very specific vernacular and setting, different from the original. Imagine Artemis being caught skinny-dipping on the first day of deer hunting season in Indiana, or the Princess and the Pea retold by a British tabloid.

For the final prompt, create a story or poem that embodies the mood of “new liver, same eagles” or make your own phrase that sums up the last year or, realistically, 2016 until probably 2022.

Bonus prompt: write an ekphrastic for this photo.

What You Must Do—Prompts Inspired by Li-Young Lee

“You Must Sing” is such a beautiful poem by Li-Young Lee that I had to share it and hope it will inspire other beautiful poems.

For the first prompt, keep the overall structure and theme, but change “sing” to another action. What must you do? What happens next? Do you want to be found?

Remember that this is an exercise. Make sure that if you wish to share the poem as your own that it is not simply a paraphrase of the original; it wouldn’t be yours then. The goal is to keep writing and learning, not only to create poems to publish and perform.

For the next prompt, use the line “Was death a guest?” for a ghostline, a first line that you erase after the poem’s complete. As always, give credit to the poet.

For the last prompt, create a metaphor that combine an abstract concept with a place as the poet did with time and a house: “All the day’s doors/are closed” and “those hours, that house.” Try to go beyond the usual ones: the underworld and death, crossroads and a life decision, etc. Or take the familiar and personalize it so that exploration is required.

In the Event of…

So I totally forgot to do a prompt for love poems last week….oops! No love for us.

Twitter is once again saving me from myself and providing great poems to use for prompts. Such a blessing.

For the first prompt, use the title of the poem “In the Event of My Death” by Katie Farris as a ghostline. Remember to erase the line and give credit to the poet for inspiration.

For the second prompt, write a poems using the following words: “rope,” “grows,” “solidarity,” “leaves,” “gather,” “plant,” “end,” “braid,” “net,” and “catch.”

Perhaps it is just a bizarre game my brain plays, but I find heart shapes and faces wherever I look. If you see the heart in this picture, write a poem describing what it once loved.

Polter-ghostline—A Twitter Prompt

For this prompt, I want you to use the following statement regarding events just 20 years ago as a ghostline:

“Should these people have known better? Probably. Is it ok to hold them to today’s standard? No.”

This statement had me wanting to throw lamps and start fires. Especially after he said he wasn’t condoning anyone’s actions… Let’s just burn it all down, or write a poem instead.