Edward Hopper, 1922
and for the daunting task of form
Walk the mine fields seeking disaster
Longing for chaos they will never win
Graphics limited only by the wind
High altitudes greatly enforce the thrill
Walk the mine fields seeking disaster
Force the climbing crowds to pick Asters
While buttered bread falls from picnic baskets
High altitudes greatly enforce the thrill
During the climb need something just ask it
These actions and words have no worth know this
While buttered bread falls from picnic baskets
Sad face with attitudes too bad mask it
Climb fast climb free stealing a kiss from me
While buttered bread falls from picnic baskets
Plastic people with alabaster skin
These actions and words have no worth know this
Longing for chaos they will never win
While buttered bread falls from picnic baskets
Oh, boy, I just felt like I was in school again. Whose big idea was it to combine three prompts?? Mine! I have used The Mag's picture prompt, Sunday Whirl's words (underlined) and have tried my hardest to write this nonsensical poem in the Terzanelle style that was our prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
I must get out more because this combined challenge was too much fun!
28 comments:
i like the repetitive line that gave it an almost sing-song feel.
I love your personal challenge! What fun... but I don't think I'm up to it!
What a fun you had with words, picture, form, and thanks for sharing it with us! xx
Three in one is quite the challenge!
Well done!
Well done! That had to be HARD- but you did a great job combining all three.
I love how the buttered bread keeps falling from the picnic baskets. That is such a smart sentence and you were wise to keep repeating it. What a jolly poem, but very serious too. It has layers, Gail, just like you. :)
I think the combo works very well. Your poem has a strong message to impart and the words are all well-used to reinforce it. The final quatrain creates a memorable summation of the whole.
Wow! haha.
Have a wonderful Sunday, Gail. ♥
There's something Herculean about that perpetually falling buttered bread..like a dream where you almost catch what you are chasing..and then it's gone!
Awesome. and I love the way you repeat about the buttered bread falling out of the picnic baskets. I may be wrong, but to me this poem is abut rich bored people looking for excitement.
I truthfully would not have believed it possible to combine these three prompts, so kudos to you on that first of all. Secondly, a great poem sprung from this combination! Well done!
Whew,what a twirl of prompts in one post ~ I specially like the last stanza Gail & well done with the form ~
The final quatrain is really good.
ha. beware the plastic people...they will butter more than bread, but you as well...if they think it will grease the wheels...smiles.
It was challenging, but you did it! Way to go!
This is a hell of a feat!
Well, that was fun to read and I think you met the challenge..please do come out a bit more..
The prompt words and the picture seem to suggest the shallowness of civilization which you have captured so well.
ZOOOM! Right over my head! I still hear the beating of the worded wings! Dare I look up? :)
I was married to a Poet for 43 years and still experiencing the "ZOOM factor!" :(
great combo i must say...and your wit is intact..amazing Gail :)
You sure did rise to the challenge... this was very cleverly done. A job well done I would say.
Fun to read and kind of a sing along lilt to it like Tex said!
I like what you concocted from all those prompts...
That was quite a challenge and you rose to it.
You did it all so well! Bravo!!
It feels like The Great Gatsby
I was captured by the first stanza. Excellent use of the prompts.
Ok, very, very impressed by the technical skill; that verse form is a bugger and you managed to tie it all together (Yes, I know that's a mixed metaphor, but this is the Internet, dammit!) into a neat, rhythmical whole. Well done.
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