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urdumbstruckbaby · 3 years
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day 18: the center of the house
Track it back. Here, storage. Last place, the foot of the bed. Before that, vertical electric wall furnace. Before that, the crossroads of hallways. Before that, it stretched from the kitchen to the back corner of the garage. Before that, the landing. Before that, another landing. Before that, in between two extra-long twin beds. Before that, the laundry room my mom designed herself. Take it back. First, it was wherever my dog slept, and whatever spot of summer sun my cat could find, the raspberries in full stock in July, the view over the back fence to the gorge foothills to the south, the hometree outside my window. Then, the rooftop next door. Then, half the second floor. Then, my bed. Then, my other bed. Then, the whole place, to ourselves. Ours. Then, our room. Then, the living room. Another ours. Then, three-hundred square feet of mine. Now, it's every west-facing window. Back. Rinsing raspberries in the sink. Wisteria hanging over the front porch. Chirps from the birdfeeder. Love across the hall. Your sigh against my collarbone. A balance between two. Blossoms on a tree in the front. The greenery all around. Walking to rehearsal because we could. My own, I could breathe. It smelled like tall ceilings could allow for more dust to float around. Now, the rose gold bulb, and the promise of shining blues and open doors leading to who knows where. In it all, the sun the sun the sun my love, the sun
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XIX. (prompt: write a poem based on the title of one of the chapters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words)
I dress myself with rain springslip mud-garnished me let it run down my face and play in cloud puddles mist-wreathed and mystical here no echoes of sorrow only droplet drums bossa nova sprout unfurling here in  the greening of this chthonic daughter making flowers in her sleep
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authormarialberg · 3 years
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Who were you in my dream collage
Who were you in my dream collage
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to find inspiration from a chapter title in Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words by Susan G. Wooldridge. The PAD Challenge is to write an ekphrastic poem. I was inspired by the chapter “collage” to look at some collage programs online. I had a lot of fun with Word Art, creating a shape for each line of my poem, starting with another chapter title, “Who were you in…
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stumblingoverchaos · 6 years
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More for ICAD 2018 - the prompts were patisserie, playing card, curtains, and compass.
Patisserie 46: Not at all gluten-free, so I will never be able to eat here. Looks lovely, tho.
Playing Card: "Woe, the tragic Jack of Clubs!"
"A poem is like a stage with curtains..." -Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge, poemcrazy (1995)
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longwindedliterary · 3 years
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Finished April 10, 2021. Four stars.
Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge
The cover of this book is a fairly accurate representation of the content inside: light-hearted, playful, and just a little woo-woo. Wooldridge writes of all these techniques and exercises for how she gets into the poetry mindset and it’s not at all prescriptive--some chapters are just vignettes of her experiences that felt like poetry or later turned into a poem or got her into that frame of mind, not necessarily prompts or exercises on how to write poetry itself, though there is a decent amount of that as well. Her take on poetry is one that’s somehow both reverent and laid back. For Wooldridge, poetry is where she asks questions, digs deep into herself, expresses herself. One of the things that I love about reading about poetry is the reminder that it really is a mindset. I remember when I taught one class of ninth graders about poetry, to open the unit I asked what poetry was or wasn’t and one very smug kid was like “it’s everything so it’s nothing” and I was like YES let’s keep that energy even though I know you’re being sarcastic and fake deep!!! But like, that’s kind of the point of Wooldridge’s exercises and book? The thing only becomes poetry when you pay attention to it. Dang, if only I had read this book before I taught that unit.
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