One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Micro Poetry ~ Fire and Ice

“It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

Robert Frost
Greetings to all! The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines. However, since this is the holiday edition, I will extend the line count to 25.

Our frame of reference is Fire & Ice from the title of Robert Frost's poem. For those who seek further inspiration, click HERE for more of his short form poems.

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Of Poems and Fruit

This special feeling towards fruit, its glory and abundance, is I would say universal. We respond to strawberry fields or cherry orchards with a delight that a cabbage patch or even an elegant vegetable garden cannot provoke. - Jane Grigson

Henri Cornelis Bol was born on 10th January 1945, and was a Dutch still life painter. His work was known for its realism and trompe l'oeil technique.  Bol was born and raised in the Southern Dutch city of Eindhoven, Noord-Brabant. He was the eldest son of painter Kees Bol. As I was browsing through his artwork I couldn't help but fall in love with the vibrant colors and intricate details. 

For today's challenge, I want you to write a poem about fruit. Not just any ordinary, everyday item on the dining table but your best-loved; the kind that makes your mouth water and pen savor every last detail. 


by Li-Young Lee

... Ripe ones are soft and brown-spotted.
Sniff the bottoms. The sweet one
will be fragrant. How to eat:
put the knife away, lay down newspaper.
Peel the skin tenderly, not to tear the meat.
Chew the skin, suck it,
and swallow. Now, eat
the meat of the fruit,
so sweet,
all of it, to the heart ... read full poem here.

The Consolation of Apricots

by Diane Ackerman

... Somewhere between a peach and a prayer, 
they taste of well water 
and butterscotch and dried apples 
and desert simooms and lust.
Sweet with a twang of spice, 
a ripe apricot is small enough to devour 
as two hemispheres. 
Ambiguity is its hallmark ... read full poem here.

Choose your own form or write in free verse, if preferred. I look forward to reading what you guys come up with. The link doesn't expire, so please feel free to write more than one poem. Please do visit others and remember to comment on their poems. Have fun!