After writing and posting nearly 400 poems in as many days, I’m not afraid to admit to the occasional lack of inspiration—or energy. When that happens, I fall back on an ever-evolving collection of favorite prompts/games/tools.
Today, for instance, I took a trip to a random word generator, where I collected 28 words (24 the first time, plus an additional four later on). Sometimes I only use six or eight words; it just depends on my mood. I cut and paste the words into a document, and after shuffling, sorting, and adding a word here and there, inspiration (usually) strikes.
I came up with the following poem this afternoon... I left it quite “raw” to illustrate the process. Ordinarily, I’d build a longer, or more polished, piece on this intriguing (to me) skeleton.
I came up with the following poem this afternoon... I left it quite “raw” to illustrate the process. Ordinarily, I’d build a longer, or more polished, piece on this intriguing (to me) skeleton.
Cleaning Party
arms uncovered to
their elbows
swanky visitors performed
lively wingstrokes
with their hands, revealing
fabulous details,
like vintage grates, that render
the current, homely place
almost likeable
outdoors, in the winter
garden, fallacious discussion
absorbed the bitter jobless,
sprawled like
recent memories amongst
the faded begonias
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Original image: The Preservation Station
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