It's National Poetry Month, and as I did in 2018 and 2016, I'm going to try to type some poetry every day.
I'm taking extra inspiration from Brian Sonia-Wallace's forthcoming book The Poetry of Strangers. I got to read an advance copy, and I loved his stories. I'll be telling you more about this book in due course.
My plan for this month is to write poems on topics of your choice. I don't get to pick and choose—I have to type a poem on every topic that you propose in the comments below. My poems on your topics will be posted on the next day. (I'll also post links to these posts on Facebook, and if I get topics in comments there, I may also write on them—but the blog has priority.) If I get no suggestions, I'll open a dictionary at random and pick a word.
The poems will be typewritten (of course), on a variety of machines, and there will be no revising. In true street-poet style, once the words are on the paper, they will stay there.
To kick things off, I've written a poem on the obvious topic.
Downtown Cincinnati, March 28, 2020:
What else would you like me to write about?
I'm taking extra inspiration from Brian Sonia-Wallace's forthcoming book The Poetry of Strangers. I got to read an advance copy, and I loved his stories. I'll be telling you more about this book in due course.
My plan for this month is to write poems on topics of your choice. I don't get to pick and choose—I have to type a poem on every topic that you propose in the comments below. My poems on your topics will be posted on the next day. (I'll also post links to these posts on Facebook, and if I get topics in comments there, I may also write on them—but the blog has priority.) If I get no suggestions, I'll open a dictionary at random and pick a word.
The poems will be typewritten (of course), on a variety of machines, and there will be no revising. In true street-poet style, once the words are on the paper, they will stay there.
To kick things off, I've written a poem on the obvious topic.
Downtown Cincinnati, March 28, 2020:
What else would you like me to write about?
Streets are just a deserted here. I drove around, but no images. We've been getting rain.
ReplyDeleteNice poem.
I'm not all that good at writing, and I know I don't know how to write poems.
How about one on an original topic: manual typewriters?
How about a poem about the empty spaces beneath our cities--sewers, storm drains, tunnels, cellars, etc.?
ReplyDelete--Fred D.
A poem about playing in puddles.
ReplyDeleteMy suggestion: a poem inspired by the sudden disappearance of human noise, and how other creatures now feel emboldened to come out and be seen and heard.
ReplyDeleteA poem from a dog's view in this time of owners at home might be fun.
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