Friday, January 6, 2012

Random Poem Day -- Writing Prompt #40

As always, a quiet blog is a good news for my writing, and this latest chunk of silence brings with it new EG pages. Broke the 49,000 word mark! Come laziness or gaming (hell and high water being such a cliche) I am breaking the 50,000 word mark this weekend. I promise.

For today I'm trying to make it through the last work day of the week and struggling. This, of course, brings on a writing prompt! Today's prompt is easy: write a random poem. Before any poem-fear strikes you, know this. I do not write poems. Ever. But! Writing prompts are for stretching your writing muscles, as well as for writing without critique or edits, so this is the perfect time to try out poetry.

Besides, once you read mine you'll automatically feel good about yours. ;-)

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Here's mine:

It’s one-thirty I’m losing my mind
Negative gears are going full grind
Wish I could leave get away and unwind
Negative gears are going full grind

Heard all of nothing and it all sounds the same
Work sleep work sleep dying in this game
Legs so bent joints are all getting maimed
Work sleep work sleep dying in this game

Parallel hours make the light long and black
Sleep deep curl wish for not going back
Dying mind fails at picking up the slack
Sleep deep curl wish for not going back

It’s one-thirty I’m losing my mind
Negative gears are going full grind

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  2. Ooh, nice one! It makes me think of that saying, "Just another cog in the machine."

    Here's mine:

    I'm piling a mountain, I'm building a wall
    Of unfinished business because I forestall
    The doing of looming necessities -
    I tackle my tasks in order of ease

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  3. I love it! If I was tackling any tasks at all instead of watching sand slip through the glass I'd be doing this too.

    Great poem! :)

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  4. There once was a squirrel named Simon
    Who wasn't too good at his climbin'
    And one day he slipped
    And tubled and flipped
    And fell down and DIED

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  5. New haiku are born
    Sometimes from inspiration
    Sometimes from boredom

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  6. Dude, I'm not critiquing your poem, just worried about the thoughts behind it.

    I'm all out of poetry since there's, like, a million poems in my wip. :)

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  7. Jen you totally get a pass on writing more poetry :)

    David, I admit to laughing out loud at your squirrel poem. Cruel!

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