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Also, I’m going to be interviewed tonight at 8 p.m. (Pacific) on J.P. Dancing Bear’s “Out of Our Minds” poetry program on KKUP Cupertino. We’ll be talking poetry and discussing the April PAD Challenge.
For today’s prompt, I want you to write a poem about either a specific routine or routines in general. Maybe something related to taking out the trash each week or washing the dishes every night–or something more bizarre (yet still a routine).
Here’s my attempt for the day:
Each morning, I wake up and weigh myself,
thinking that a prompt and poem won’t come
today. I look at the books on my shelf,
but my brain still feels permanently numb
thinking that a prompt and poem won’t come.
I search for poetic forms to assume,
but my brain still feels permanently numb.
It comes down to triolet or pantoum–
this search for poetic forms to assume.
Both offer rhymes and some repetition:
It comes down to triolet or pantoum.
I choose without hope or expectation.
Both offer rhymes and some repetition.
Today, I look at the books on my shelf
and choose without hope or expectation–
each morning, waking up to weigh myself.