Completely and utterly flabbergasted; that’s right–flabbergasted! You’re all so great. This challenge feels like it’s gone from being a house party to a block party–for poets no less. Basically, what I’m trying to say is that y’all rock!
Today, I want you to write an outsider poem. You can be the outsider; someone else can be the outsider; or it can even be an animal or inanimate object that’s the outsider. As usual, get creative with the prompt and don’t be afraid to stretch the limits.
Here’s my poem for the day:
My first trip down, I thought a road crew
had stripped all the pines along the highway.
Come to find that’s just how they grow
with little puffs of branches on top, nothing
down the sides. Was impressed by the war
monuments, though I missed Stone Mountain
and The Varsity. Rained the whole time
even as the whole area suffered a serious
drought. Not enough to kill the kudzu or
the humidity. Hiked up Kennesaw Mountain.
Walked around Helen. Ate my first hot
boiled peanuts. But mostly I remember
lurking in the fiction section of that one
Barnes & Noble waiting for you to find me.