This prompt is not very new. I remember writing to it at least once before. I wasn’t happy with the result. The poem you see is the second one I wrote today because I didn’t like my first attempt. I think it was nearly the same as the original one, though I can’t bear to start checking that now.
Once upon a Writing class The autumn went in through the glass The warm sun spilled its orange softness All around the silent room, full of eager listeners.
It felt just like one day in summer When the sun rays somehow squeezed between my eyelashes Like silvery sparks, The sun was brighter then, And I could see and feel the water glitches hopping up and down and Side to side before my very eyes
The professor’s voice was dim and pleasant In its monotony of steady knowledge Made me wish I had the same steadiness in everything: beliefs, ideas, expression. You know, the overall impression one gives away.
That title should actually be “United in October” because that’s when the academic year starts here, and that’s my main reference in this poem. But, since it IS November and this is my original Poem-A-Day month, the title is what it is. Today is Tuesday and as tradition has it, Robert gives two prompts for poetry.
The prompts for today are United poem and Divided poem. Here is the …
United Poem Every first school day was like a comeback From another life.
I would shake off the summer glitches and follies and unite with my old gang of undergraduate intellectuals.
All of us speaking of literature, All of us thinking of languages, All of us living in books.
The total melt-in was usually over By mid-October.
Occasional weekends would sweep me Back to my summer time world Of coke sipping through a straw Now done in smoky bars, Everybody wearing leather jackets and long sleeves Instead of their denim shorts. Looking way more like real rockers Than misguided teenagers playing grown-ups.
Earlier today I took time to read through what I’ve managed to create last February and was actually impressed. Some of the pieces were rather nice, irrespective of the fact that my memory over that month said just the opposite. You may check the Blogger blog created on the event and see action unrolling there, too. Click to read introductions of the people who participate, for example. I know, too much clicking and blogreading is no good at the end, for all that is just another method of procrastination. That’s why I prefer to stick to their Tumblr profile.
Day 2 prompt is I Know, and I know that poetry is my thing. So, here it is.
*** I know that knowing less invigorates me, lending me a driving force to wade through mystery, unlock the window where blinds’d been fixed I know not how.
I know that being blind and deaf to memories can give me peace.