allmimsyweretheborogroves

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XXX.

The sense memory: cruising Tōfugaura, Bastille, lamenting,

but if you close your eyes, does it always feel like nothing  changed at all? And there I am.

Prompt: write a poem reflecting on times you’ve heard the same song or same band throughout your lifetime.

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XXIX. 

Return my father! he said, but dead fathers are not a good subject

for a poetry contest— they called it Chekov Festival.

Prompt: write a poem inspired by the life of a musician, poet, or artist.

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XXVIII.

Windows down, blowing hot, dry air into my hair heatwave bass blasting

undignified, head banging— here, stuck in traffic again.  

Prompt: write a poem about music at an event or celebration, modified.

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XXVII. 

Lost in a wasteland the dripping egg, suspended by a single string

hovers above a brown plate— breakfast: lost in translation.

Prompt: write a poem that describes, in detail, a painting, beginning with a grand, declarative statement.  The painting is Salvador Dalí’s Œufs sur la plat (sans le plat) [Eggs on the plate (without the plate)] 

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XXVI. 

An April wind blew lilac-saturated air into my window…

reminding me to leave my  books and go smell the flowers.

Prompt: write a sonnet, ignored.

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XXV.

Well, it was on a Monday morning,  And the day was calm and fine, On the Harbor Grace excursion… Around the bay we went, Seawater lapping at our bow, The land rising, green, And we, cackling, The tour guide said, “It’s a local band” —the biggest kitchen party in Newfoundland.

Prompt: write a poem that recounts an experience listening to (live) music. With full credit to Great Big Sea's Excursion Around the Bay.

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XXII.Redux

The blooming flowers: their yellow faces sprouting out

like suns what else, but the dandelions

XXII.

咲く花は黄色い顔を生え出てる太陽みたいさすがタンポポ

Prompt: write a poem about an activity that made your life beautiful.

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XXIV.

Cloud-shrouded mountains, what future do you foretell? trees made mysterious—

will you envelop me and soften all my struggles?

Prompt: write a poem about people making music together and reference a song lyric that is important to you, ignored.

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XXIII. Notes From the Lawn

Hopping free free free eating the blooms off the tree tree tree what do you see see see, Chickadee dee dee, in the roof’s lee lee lee? And who will you be be be, when you’ve left me me me for the sea sea sea with the bee bee bees? Leaving behind all the scree scree scree of life to flee flee flee.

Prompt: write a poem inspired by birdsong.

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XXII.

咲く花は黄色い顔を生え出てる太陽みたいさすがタンポポ

Prompt: write a poem about an activity that made your life beautiful.

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XXI.

the crabapple pinks inexorably turn green the dandelions

invigorated yellow spring forth to cover the lawns.

Prompt: write a poem about a set event gone wrong in the most normal of ways, ignored?

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XX.

swiftly sliding springwards, i,  sublimate softly—slipping down so suggestively, simplistically,  into sweet surrender, sundered from some silkily sewn self

Prompt: write a poem influenced by music or melody that employs some sort of soundplay.

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XIX.

the April snowstorm, freezing flowers in mid-bloom, came thundering in

yet the chickadee still screams his spring song by my window.

Prompt: write a poem that tells a story in the style of a blues song or ballad, ignored. 

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XVIII. 

the Mojave Desert springs out of nowhere, nothing land, dead men everywhere, scrubby creosote perfuming the air in concentric rings, land where you go to get lost, asphalt too hot to touch, tires screaming, windows down ninety miles an hour because not even God is paying attention out here racing jackrabbits on the shoulder screaming, she’s got eyes like the bluest skies  as if they thought of rain but there’s no rain on the horizon, just clouds playing chase across the saltbaked horizon, mountains like the moon taste dust on your tongue and lawd, was that a coyote, I sure hope not this racing land  where we come to walk out into nowhere and find holy salvation in the bluest eye of the unyielding sky.

Prompt: write a poem recounting an experience of driving/riding and singing.  

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XVII.

glowing golden You descended to a hall of frozen i unlock these echoes of myself ringing in repeat to the sound of Your offering was it tea or the perfume of knowing another from what star did you come and how did You find my own dead planet i shrouded and alone wandering encountered a ghost reverberating but really You were under the sheet with me playing at being another together which of us was the ass or does it even matter i’ll always pick up the hind quarters to move  our game along

Prompt: write a poem themed around friendship with imagery and other ideas taken from Leo Carrington and Remedios Varo.  Referred images are: Carrington, Varo. @slateblueearthbelow: your move...

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XVI.��

the lupine blooming purple and white on the stairs of my childhood home

rustling in the soft wind, singing songs of my past lives

Prompt: Write a poem that imposes a particular song on a place, ignored.

[allmimsyweretheborogroves]

XV. 

Did you know? The peaches are coming! Did you hear? The peaches are coming!

I heard a rumor in the farmer’s market, Soon, it will be peach season.

Prompt: write a six line poem using repetition, simple language, and enthusiasm.