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Post by dustandwater on Oct 28, 2012 23:57:41 GMT -6
This is not so much a challenge as a prompt.
I followed Brigid's Open Letter a week-or-so ago and noticed that many attributed their lack of activity to a lack of inspiration; something I'm sure we can all relate to.
With that in mind, I'm going to try to pop up with some regular prompts here to keep us all going. Sometimes it might be a title, sometimes a line or phrase, sometimes even an existing poem or song.
The other reason for low activity was time. This is one of my main excuses and so I'm not imposing any further rules to this prompt - form, for example - meaning that you can give us an epic or a haiku, a ballad or a terse verse; it really doesn't matter - all that does is that you write something!
As indicated by the thread title, the prompt today is
Title: The Party
You can post here or in the relevant board. So, keyboards at the ready, fingers poised, set, go!
-D&W
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Post by diannet on Oct 29, 2012 2:30:35 GMT -6
Sounds like fun! Mind you all I can think about is Peter Sellers and birdie num nums... ;D
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Post by diannet on Oct 29, 2012 4:24:31 GMT -6
Polling data Assesses the political Reality That leaves voters Yawning
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Post by dustandwater on Oct 29, 2012 5:22:49 GMT -6
Diannet,
a superb play on the title! Well done!
-D&W
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Post by dustandwater on Oct 30, 2012 7:05:25 GMT -6
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Post by Brigid Briton on Oct 30, 2012 7:28:29 GMT -6
Party time at my house:
Tiny paper plates arrayed on the counter a chorus surrounds me a stack of tin cans awaiting the opener the chorus grows louder the cans are now open and the chorus grows frantic
I bend and place the plates on the floor nearly knocked over by the now silent choir of cats attacking their breakfast.
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Post by Neal Allen (snowtracks) on Oct 30, 2012 10:09:05 GMT -6
Ha Ha! An enchanting tale or should that be tails?
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Post by diannet on Oct 31, 2012 0:41:37 GMT -6
Sounds like a delightful party Brigid.
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Oct 31, 2012 2:00:27 GMT -6
That's so cute, Brigid! (But are you sure there weren't some NOMs going on when you put the plate down? Oms and Noms? Anyways, Adorable poem, and definitely a party. Albeit an unexpected one.
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Post by dustandwater on Oct 31, 2012 2:31:10 GMT -6
Hey, Brigid.
Glad to see you getting in on this; it's had a decent response so I'll definitely try to keep the prompts up. Of course, any body else that has one can do the same.
I don't know if it's just me and my love for the 'underneath' in poetry but I feel your poem would be stronger if you just removed the penultimate line and put attacking with the last:
the now silent choir attacking their breakfast.
I think it increases the 'ohh' moment experienced by the reader. The only thing that might be lost is that a reader who doesn't know you specifically could picture a different animal (example: dogs) but the essence (pets not people) remains.
What do you - and the others here - think?
-D&W
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Post by Neal Allen (snowtracks) on Oct 31, 2012 7:08:48 GMT -6
Good idea D&W. I am also a cat person but the poem would be no poorer if the reader interpreted the beasts in the story as something else. The more one leaves to the reader's own imagination, the more powerful the imagery can be. I think?
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Post by Brigid Briton on Oct 31, 2012 13:00:16 GMT -6
Hiya d&w,
Yes, this has had a good response. Everybody loves a party! Especially a virtual party where you don't have to dress up or put on a happy face. I agree with your revision of this but am working on a much more extensive re-write so will wait to post your changes with my own.
Deb,
I love the om-nom-nom cat but my gatos are silent while eating, except for lip-smacking. That's the reason for multiple plates, so there aren't any arguments over who gets what.
Brigid
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Post by Brigid Briton on Oct 31, 2012 18:23:43 GMT -6
OK, here's the revision to my original Party poem, complete with the change suggested by d&w:
The Party (revision)
Gold and pink remnants of a broken dawn streak the sky.
The breeze ripples the kitchen curtain, tickling my fancy with Fall.
The outside morning silence is broken here by a chorus surrounding me.
I arrange tiny paper plates, nine of them, on the counter.
The chorus grows louder.
I pick up three tin cans and open them with the shiny silver opener.
The chorus grows frantic.
I divide the party favors equally among the tiny plates.
The chorus crescendos.
I bend several times placing the plates on the floor and am nearly knocked over by the now-silent choir
attacking their breakfast.
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Post by Neal Allen (snowtracks) on Nov 1, 2012 4:43:57 GMT -6
I like the build up. I can just imagine the bevvy of cats winding round your legs and getting more and more demanding as the feed finally approaches. Thanks Brigid
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