This week I was a little confused as to what I was supposed to be doing day to day. No reason for it, just seemed that I was maybe mentally in a different week than the one I was physically moving through?
Ever get that feeling? Sort of like one of those dreams where you suddenly realize you have to take the final exam in a class that you have not attended, did not know you were taking, and to top it off, you never heard of the building where they are giving the exam?
Yes, that was how I felt this week. So for the Marathon on October 2, I decided to help myself out a bit, poetry ideas-wise. I recently posted on my art blog a series of photos I illustrated, items around my house – and the photos were taken to act as prompts for poetry. (If you are interested, my art post is here and the art post refers back to the poetry aspect.)
So let’s get going. Here are photos and poetry from today’s session.
A tanka. The photo is of knitted dishcloths in my kitchen drawer.
the links jangle in
a restless twist together
-their embossed pattern
formed by two colors of yarn –
I hear as my needles work.
A tanka. About a spoon I often use.
Get the holey spoon
that’s what we used to call it.
Get the holey spoon
and holy green peas! drain them
with this wholly useful spoon
A haiku for a tape measure. I have several of these. One of them dates back to 1980, when I first lived on my own and started making my own clothes for work without any help. This one pictured, though, is more recent.
coiled measuring tape
lies like a satisfied snake
nesting in thread spools
This shadorma accompanies a photo of my own work gloves, but I was thinking of how I sometimes use my husband’s pair when I wrote this poem.
for your hand and yet
curl to mine
when I slip on your work gloves
you left on the bench
A tanka. This outlet in the photo is in my basement laundry room. I like the idea of connections, but sometimes they don’t work as I am thinking they might. (Don’t worry – this is not a literal rendition of anything that has happened at my house…)
the connection made
the flow is set in motion
ouch! a short circuit
wires blacken and soot the wall
lights go out. we stare in awe.
I also used another source of inspiration today – a site I often go to that has random phrases, sentences, etc. I don’t always follow the exact words that it suggests, but use it for the associations that come to mind, too. (Watch out for snakes – the site’s name. Yes. Really.)
Anyway, I was using the phrase generator here. You can probably pick out the suggestions/extrapolations I worked from. Try it. Your mind will enjoy roaming around in areas of your imagination that might otherwise have kept on sleeping…
OK, so we were
capriciously hustling a calorie burn we ended up
erroneously stockpiling lactic acid and at the cost of
irretrievably affiliating ourselves with
arduously dirtied pants, shirts, and socks
in other words we hiked in the state park
got lost fell down a ravine and crawled back to the car
haphazardly nibbled by bored mosquitoes
intermittently crying (us, not the mosquitoes)
under a full moon. Is that enough detail for you?