I Went to a Writing Group Today - August 28th, 2019
The prompt today was to create a poem based on the idea "Where I'm From".
I did two poems. The first one is light, the second one is a bit darker.
I didn't use punctuation at the end of the lines because I was reading these out loud at the meeting so it didn't matter at the time, and I just left them.
I was frantically making some minor adjustments near the end of each poem while our writing time was running down. And this is how they ended up.
I did two poems. The first one is light, the second one is a bit darker.
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Stranger in a known land
far from home
estranged from my clan
apart from my tribal band.
Surrounded by the unknown
cement, glass, steel, and stone
longing for home.
Sun through the tree leaves
the smell of bark.
Home in a forest.
Easy to find if you're looking
but difficult to see.
Follow your nose
that's where we'll be
cooking nothing nutritious.
Come visit the fudge game
Kenny the Elf's my name
the art of delicious
that's where I'm from.
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Stranger in a known land
far from home
estranged from my clan
apart from my tribal band.
Surrounded by the unknown
cement, glass, steel, and stone
longing for home.
Sun through the tree leaves
the smell of bark.
Home in a forest.
Easy to find if you're looking
but difficult to see.
Follow your nose
that's where we'll be
cooking nothing nutritious.
Come visit the fudge game
Kenny the Elf's my name
the art of delicious
that's where I'm from.
- - - - - - -
I didn't use punctuation at the end of the lines because I was reading these out loud at the meeting so it didn't matter at the time, and I just left them.
- - - - - - -
Return
to the land of the lost
Forgotten
in darkness
Abandoned
by their host
Hope
evaporated into mist
Dreams
disintegrated into dust
Wishes
reduced to nothing
Red sands surrounding
as the black water flows
Deadly in day
or night
or repose
Once alert
now disposed
Left
the land of the living
Enter
the River Styx
Return
to your solemn home
- - - - - - -
Return
to the land of the lost
Forgotten
in darkness
Abandoned
by their host
Hope
evaporated into mist
Dreams
disintegrated into dust
Wishes
reduced to nothing
Red sands surrounding
as the black water flows
Deadly in day
or night
or repose
Once alert
now disposed
Left
the land of the living
Enter
the River Styx
Return
to your solemn home
- - - - - - -
I was frantically making some minor adjustments near the end of each poem while our writing time was running down. And this is how they ended up.
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