April 16th poems
Today’s prompt: it’s something I’m calling the “Alfred Hitchcock” poem, because I want you to write a poem that has a twist near the end. For instance, write a poem about talking to your best friend and then let us know at the end that your best friend is actually a sock puppet on your left hand–maybe even add to the intrigue by making your arch nemesis your right hand.
There are too many
Thick, they are
Colorful, but dense
Impenetrable
A forest with tangled underbrush
They stand or lie
in tidy pairs sometimes
or wriggle amongst the others
one here one there
and invade my dreams
a flash of red
I cannot see past the first layer
what lies beneath?
In my too deep sock drawer
Anything is possible.
–Candace
(Alfred H.)
VOICES OUT OF THE VOID
Arcane words and Ideas in upper case,
BlackBerry and Bluetooth,
GSM, WAP,
IPods and Multimedia,
Electrons go about their mysterious business
In the service of communication.
Voices from close at hand and far, far away
Delivered by miracles of human ingenuity
Hola! Jose!
Hi, Joe, how they hangin”?
Texting.
Buenos tardes!
Bonjour, Joseph
Guten Tag,
Greetings, Earthling.
April 17th, 2008 at 10:08 pm