Remembering the day when your turn came
I knew that things would never be the same.
You went over the top on holidays
Our home was filled with the spirit of praise.
I always remember those Christmas scenes
I catch glimpses of childhood in my dreams.
It's now been thirteen years that you've been gone
The grief is not as sharp but still as strong.
notes
https://dversepoets.com/2023/11/02/mtb-lets-lament-without-the-lachrymose/
Topic:
someone close to you
someone vaguely known e.g a neighbour
someone totally unknown except through deeds or writings eg a dead poet perhaps like the recently deceased Louise Gluck
a group of people (eg as in Gray’s “Elegy written in a country churchyard”)
Form: Must include these three elements, ordered thus:
lament –expressing grief and sorrow
praise – admiration of the deceased
consolation and solace
It can be written as 3 distinct sections/stanzas or melded together but keeping the order above
Style: The elegy can be written in any metre the poet chooses.
Those of you who prefer more stricture and guidance might like to try the Elegiac metre:
rhyming coupleted lines (AA;BB;CC etc though not separated into couplets)
written in dactylic hexameter and pentameter
The last two lines aren't in strict keeping with the form, but I wanted them there.
https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2023/11/01/its-thursdays-six-sentence-story-link-up-62/
The prompt word is turn. Since I can't play by the rules and my poem has eight lines instead of six, I won't be linking up this time.
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2023-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-4
Write a catching poem.
You will find the word catch in the above poem.
Something has been vaguely steaming my ham for quite some time. It isn't a big deal, it's just one of those things that mildly perturbs me, so I'm going to get it out in the open. It has to do with my occasional use of multiple prompts.
A few years back, I used a lot more prompts in creating my work than I currently do. I believe this was partly because of ADHD and partly because of a lack of confidence in my abilities. Whatever the case, the prompts helped inspire me, as they still do.
One fellow, and I'm not going to name names, wrote an entire post about not understanding people who see the need to use multiple prompts.
These days if I use more than one prompt it's because the first prompt may spark an idea but I need more to help the idea manifest. So, I roll down my list of prompt sources until I find what I need to work my magic.
I'm explaining shit anyway because I'm sick of this foolishness nibbling at me.
My dude, what difference does it make how many prompts another poet does or doesn't use in the creation of his or her work? I'm not coming to your house, holding a gun to your head, and commanding you to use more prompts or else. I fail to see why someone else's process differing from yours would be cause for writing an entire dissertation on the subject.
Anyway, I thought of this because I used three prompts in creating this poem, and I don't apologize for it. If anyone just can't understand why I would do such a thing or thinks the use of multiple prompts is akin to setting my neighbor's house on fire or strolling down the street naked with a strip of toilet paper clenched between my butt cheeks, perhaps consider that maybe this is a you problem.
I have real problems to occupy me. I couldn't give a gnat's fart in a category five hurricane how many prompts someone who isn't me uses to accomplish their writing.
Here's a tune that never goes out of style.
