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Poetry Prompts

Musical Monday Poetry Prompt

This week let’s try another musical prompt. Listen to the four-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.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

Discussion

41 thoughts on “Musical Monday Poetry Prompt

  1. Here is my contribution

    Debossy

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Second Act Blogger | April 1, 2022, 12:16 PM
  2. March

    The tree had been there
    for long as anybody had known
    it seemed it was ours for the taking
    and never need to give it back

    You reach for my hand
    as we scamper up the trunk
    to the old branch
    over the swale
    where the swing will go
    two adventurers seeing the world new
    budding like the Cherry and the Crabapple
    we lay on the branch
    above the soft earth
    taking in all that we can

    June

    I reach for you hand
    as we walk toward
    our old swinging tree
    that still hides our secret work
    Lilac and honeysuckle
    Evening song, the arrival of night
    Moonlight and your glistening lips
    As we lay in the grass
    on the soft earth
    taking in all that we can

    November

    The brass looks out of place
    the nonexistent sun should be the only hue
    on a beautiful gray day
    windy and cool
    the scent of fallen maple leaves and woodsmoke
    all the sights a world ever-new
    as I lay you in the velvet and pine
    under the soft earth
    taking in all that we can

    The tree had been there
    for all as anybody had known
    it was ours for the taking
    and now gladly give it all back

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | March 31, 2022, 11:44 PM
  3. Meta-poem based the Musical Prompt: March 28, 2022
    ————————————————————————–
    She was indeed breech
    hopelessly tangled
    with little hope of survival
    of ever seeing the sun
    I will not give up
    let it die

    not another one
    not another one

    With every measure
    a counter is raised
    struggle deep
    my arms covered in
    the blood of birthing
    I will not let it go

    How many have been lost
    Life for mere seconds
    a thought in a corporeal mass
    reflected into dimension
    reflected into reality
    breathes on it’s own
    then, a reflection, inverted
    into a corporal mass
    into a thought

    She is
    damaged and alive
    defective and sweet
    deformed and beautiful

    I held her
    Vernix-scented
    bruised from the ordeal
    Her hideous form
    wonderous to my eyes
    no genteel Southerner
    can take you away now

    not another one
    not another one

    I pick her up
    This gossamer of love
    and free her to the world

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | March 30, 2022, 11:50 PM
  4. Claude Debussy is one of my favorite composers.
    I know I likely botch it up, but I learned his Arabesque. I loved that piece so much. My brother
    recorded it at a Harp concert, and it was just heavenly. I’d love more musical clips, please

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Kathy Jo Bryant Bryant | March 29, 2022, 8:39 PM
  5. Diminuendo

    I stand
    Under the red silk cotton tree
    replay the journey of our life
    in specks of blossom
    hung high
    in the azure sky

    The rush of new love passion
    The heartbreak sharp pain
    The resigned regrets
    The hope filled spring time

    There is no word
    that encompassing
    all this fullness
    of life

    Let the music
    play on
    in ebb and flow
    relive every moment
    of our past
    till the sky
    turns grey
    and my heart
    sinks again
    into moonlight

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | March 29, 2022, 3:41 AM
  6. Moon at Salt Water

    Children hold their breath
    diving for pearls the color of
    moonlight under water
    The body’s great urgency is breathing.

    They string the pearls for the breasts of women,
    salt to nipple, moon colored liquid,
    for tiny creatures swimming in the dark.
    Under the ruddy shade of membrane
    they have their primal dawn.
    The body’s great hunger is to be enraptured.

    We slake the present with waters of the future.
    Molecules of water cycle traverse
    the molten mantle of earth and transcend,
    each drop of reddest blood rinsed clear and resplendent
    in the light of return.
    Spherical, dew in the desert for every leaf and blade,
    humble creatures lap the beads.
    The body’s great thirst is ecstasy.

    The light that bends underwater
    bend us, sleek children,
    in water-light, lambent Mother lapped,
    she smooths us as we are soothed
    The body’s great accomplishment is desire .

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by ts19page | March 28, 2022, 5:07 PM
  7. interlude

    bathed in the translucence
    of gamboling moonbeams
    the path I lightly tread
    permits me no progress
    a suspension
    of forward momentum

    I am sustained
    submersed in intervals
    of imaginings
    moving
    through dreamy musicscapes
    with rhythmic ambiguity
    undulations crescendoing
    diminishing
    drenching me
    in dynamics

    a pause to reflect
    a momentary absence
    of sound
    pianissimo interludes
    trilling tranquil phrases
    expectation fulfilled

    emotion evoked

    a heart
    unmasked

    Liked by 4 people

    Posted by amyhadley2180751 | March 28, 2022, 4:31 PM
  8. a musical Monday

    Monday morning
    and the gentle notes
    of Clair de Lune greet me
    like the fresh air of spring
    warm memories of old friends
    the belief that everything
    is right with the world
    but it’s not

    my dog doesn’t know better
    as he licks my face
    but this moment
    in the retreat of my mind
    the melody says
    maybe
    just maybe it could be
    listen with me

    Liked by 4 people

    Posted by Dennis W. Gray | March 28, 2022, 11:04 AM
  9. she was young
    she was beautiful
    she was talented
    it was always summer back then
    a world filled with laughter
    holding so much promise
    an idyllic time
    with many debussy moments
    now sadly gone

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Cressida | March 28, 2022, 9:51 AM
  10. Claire de Lune music inspired poem

    black and white movie
    sleek upholstered chaise lounge
    gown with sweep
    fur trimmed satin slippers
    carefully coifed coiffure
    lady maid gathers attire
    grande entrance
    spiral staircase
    butler bows
    she offers her guest her hand
    invites him to sit
    offers coffee
    silver coffee server
    fine china cups
    clink, chat, clink, sip
    drama ensued from their mad passion
    the piano was played into their kiss
    SCENE

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 28, 2022, 9:14 AM
  11. I like these.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 28, 2022, 8:41 AM

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