We’re trying a little experiment, listen to the two-minute musical clip below then write a poem about it. Consider this the audio equivalent of our monthly visual prompts. Post your poem in the comments below or at least tell me if you’d like more of these.
Living Poetry
A group of poets and poetry readers.
Musical Monday Poetry Prompt
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 7, 2022, 8:23 PMI like the rippling coloratura in this work, pale, shadowed, moon-like, flesh colored and the whites of wide open eyes. All trilling along over the ocean bottom.
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Posted by ts19page | March 8, 2022, 9:25 PMI couldn’t fit what I visualised into a poem format. I did a piece of short writing / prose instead. It’s too long to paste here.
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | February 28, 2022, 4:40 PMhttp://flickerofthoughts.com/2022/03/01/alive/
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | February 28, 2022, 4:37 PMLove the sentence “She laid on the ground covered with dry leaves, they crackled like popcorn.” Pure Poetry!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 28, 2022, 7:39 PM😊
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | February 28, 2022, 8:17 PMEnjoyable poetic view of night and sensations, liked the owl as a harbinger of night mysteries. The moon and the possums seem to enhance the silver night-color of the scene.
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Posted by ts19page | March 1, 2022, 1:58 AMThank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate it very much.
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | March 1, 2022, 6:20 AMYou are welcome!
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Posted by ts19page | March 1, 2022, 11:13 AMThe Hearing Carnival
Musicality is a gene,
some are born to hear
with an inner ear.
Connections are the thing
neurons fire differently
when we sing,
the mind lights up,
Fires in rhythm, strings
sounds together in streams
a meaning under words.
The high pitched
melody of wind in trees
at morning in the lifting light
the composed Eden gilding sight
Creatures rustic, unlike man
who deep inside his cognate brain
remembers vast savannas,
the beast populated plain.
The mind loves best
what it partly understands
a recognition, a beckoning,
a mystery of the left hand.
This way beauty, and what
we did not perceive before,
the music we hear
opens us like a door.
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Posted by ts19page | February 28, 2022, 9:50 AMVery nice. I particularly enjoyed the images in the 4th and 5th stanzas.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 28, 2022, 7:36 PMNicely done. The last two lines really end this well.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 5, 2022, 9:29 AMThank you!
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Posted by ts19page | March 5, 2022, 10:16 AMI enjoyed the music prompt
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | February 28, 2022, 8:15 AMInterruptions
I have this great plan
my list is made and checked
I sit at my desk with coffee and pen
thoughts start to form as I create
I need this, mom
honey, where is my
trickle through my mind
fill this form
pay this bill
do my taxes
take this pill
I just want to write
bid it all to wait
don’t need a full plate
I have this great plan
my list is made and checked
I sit at my desk with coffee and pen
thoughts return to tasks at hand
I am in power of my plan
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | February 28, 2022, 8:08 AMNice flow and rhyming!
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Posted by ts19page | February 28, 2022, 9:46 AMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 4, 2022, 2:11 PMAn all too common scene in the life of a poet. Well done!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 28, 2022, 7:34 PMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 4, 2022, 2:11 PM