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Monday Poetry Prompt: Abandon

This week let’s write an abandon poem. I intentionally left that sentence a-grammatical. Your poem can be about abandoning or being abandoned and, since we’re all poets here, we all have poems at the bottoms of directories or piles of papers, maybe recover one of them and meld it into the theme.

Post your poem with abandon in the comments below.

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

14 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Abandon

  1. Neurotypical

    She thinks black and white
    She knows right or wrong
    She is refreshing
    when she speaks her mind
    She is energising
    when she speaks your mind
    She is beautiful
    when she dances with total abandon
    She is light
    when she faces the sun
    singing to the birds

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    Posted by Cassa Bassa | August 12, 2022, 8:43 PM
  2. You once bounced on your knees
    Up and down on my bed
    Love in your eyes
    Abandon in your voice
    singing songs I played
    on a honeyed-spruce topped
    modern-day lyre

    Now this torrid August day
    paper firm in hand
    notarized in triplicate
    a last goodbye
    Indifference in your eyes
    Freedom in your stride
    I stand abandoned on the hot city street

    And on the slopes of cold Roan
    I climb among the living spruce
    To the platform of the swirling winds
    sounding only in my human ears
    angelic hands ripping pain from fighting flesh
    I let it go
    abandoning myself to the true silence

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | August 10, 2022, 10:10 AM
  3. One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night….Margaret Mead.

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    Posted by Cressida | August 8, 2022, 12:51 PM
  4. when the chips are down
    no way out of the maze
    completely alone
    abandoned by everyone
    margaret mead reality pigeons
    coming home to roost
    realise
    you have God
    trust in God
    talk to him
    and know
    He is with you
    and know
    your destiny is more
    than being relegated
    to the dust to dust
    ashes to ashes of the compost heap

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    Posted by Cressida | August 8, 2022, 8:47 AM
    • Love the “margaret mead reality pigeons” lines. I assumed it was a reference to something but couldn’t figure it out. Thanks for sharing!

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      Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 8, 2022, 10:48 AM
      • Inheritance

        Earth spangled by star debris
        lay cooling, spinning toward a forgetting
        of first explosions, of rule by fire
        With its antithesis and perfect love,
        water in shallow seas.

        The black of night, silk overhead,
        embroidered with incandescence
        was invisible, a dark concern
        with no eyes to see.

        Such imbalance cannot prevail,
        light begets light and vision is convergence.
        Earth turned and adjusted itself
        for that great birth which was to come.

        Now planetary night answers starlight
        with a thousand thousand cities
        inside whose shadowed halls
        the great earth child sleeps,

        And now and then in apex of midnight
        she walks out to spread her arms,
        spinning round as if in memory,
        all fire and salt and waving water,

        All shift and rotation rises up
        in her fatherland of desire.
        Not one spark abandoned,
        not one spiral unstarred.

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        Posted by ts19page | August 8, 2022, 7:44 PM
      • Love that second stanza. Great imagery!

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        Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 8, 2022, 8:03 PM
    • The hopeful ending is rewarding and especially interesting are the ‘reality pigeons’. I think I would like a reality pigeon myself! (or do they come only in pairs?)

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      Posted by ts19page | August 10, 2022, 12:10 PM

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