Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 007

Recently, I’ve been watching a lot of sci-fi and horror films with my boys, who both totally love the Universal horror flicks as much as the Steven Spielberg films (E.T., War of the Worlds, Jaws, etc.). Anyway, in many of them, I’ve noticed the movie is based around the concept of an invader coming into an area that is unprepared for someone (or something) new–often, it’s a scary monster with sharp teeth and claws, bolts sticking out of his neck, or, well, you get the idea.

For today’s prompt, I want you to write an “invasion” poem. It doesn’t have to be scary. It can be about how the right person invaded the walls of your heart or mind; how weeds are marching into your flower bed; or the non-stop invasion of Starbucks and Target (some Target locations even have a Starbucks inside the store–talk about spooky).

Here’s my attempt for the day:

“They’re coming to get you”

Kudzu spreads across the south covering
fences, trees and signs–covering the ground

even. And then, from the north, gypsy moths
strike at the hardwood trees–knocking hemlocks

and conifers down without a fight. Bees
begin disappearing, because they’ve had

enough. But cicadas will still rise from
the earth to undress, shake their timbals for

both love and distress–confess their long lives
underground as nymphs were filled with longing

to emerge and live. And when they find life,
they make life, which burrows deep in the dirt

waiting for their chance to some day rise.

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109 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 007

  1. Kelly Ellis

    Twilight in the Zone

    I keep thinking about
    It Happened on Maple Street
    that Twilight Zone
    episode

    How quickly it descended
    from black and white bliss
    to Technicolor rage
    red blood

    Maples are pretty
    but sticky

  2. Monica Martin

    They infiltrate your body
    Through sneezes and mucus
    When people don’t wash their hands
    And touch everything in sight.

    These unseen enemies
    Injur you from the inside out
    Pull you apart bit by bit
    Making you weaker everyday.

    They grip you tight
    And don’t let go
    Until you get some antibodies –
    A new invader.

  3. Rodney C. Walmer

    Wow, thank you Sharon, I honestly don’t know what to say. I have never had so many positive thoughts on so many of my poems at one time before. You have truly made me smile. Something I do not do often. 🙂 But, am curious as to what you meant by "The flip side of depression"?

    Rod.

  4. jane penland hoover

    Places

    Time passes, vines and weeds untended grow, invade
    The old place. The left edge
    Of the tin roof still visible,
    The lake-view concealed as trees filled in.

    I sit motionless in my van, alone,
    Having traveled the distance, three hundred miles from home,
    To this spot in the deep woods of
    My father’s heart —

    A small place he built once upon a time
    In the center of his mountain ridge, when his family was young
    And his life extended from boyhood,
    On through until later
    Trading law for garden tools,

    No evidence that anyone else remembers —
    The leaf-thick driveway, a tangle of small brush,
    Deadwood dropped as storms passed —
    Life seasons past

  5. Kathy Sullivan

    The Weather Service is proud to announce
    a tornado was spotted three miles from your house.
    Find a dark narrow room, you know what to do.
    Take cover. The twister is coming for you.

    The crank-n-go tv inside your small room
    recalls an odd man with a strange accent who
    holds a sizzling cannonball in his outstretched hand.
    If he should lob it, we know where it lands.

    So, you pull into church and pray for safe keeping,
    then return to find your GPS isn’t beeping.
    How will you know just quite where you are
    or where you are headed, or exactly how far?

    A passenger played with his shoe mid-flight,
    a guy hung around the ATM last night,
    a jiggle at the front door had something in mind,
    look both ways before crossing the street – and behind.

  6. Alfred J Bruey

    They’re Coming to Take Me Away

    The wind is whistling up my alley,
    The food is spoiling in my Galley,
    The lions are lurking in my street,
    The snakes are wrapping around my feet
    The ants are crawling around my bed
    The bees are swarming around my head
    I don’t know what to do,
    May I run away with you?

  7. S.E. Ingraham

    Rod – I finally had a chance to go back and read your ‘catch up’poems; naturally they provoked some thoughts. "I’ve Heard It Said" got me thinking about how even though I live in an oil-rich province in Canada, our two biggest cities have ‘tent compounds, or villages’, because we have so many homeless – "when will the insanity cease?" indeed. "When I’m Gone" struck a bittersweet melancholic chord. I agree with science, that "energy can never die" (or be destroyed) – perhaps energy and the soul are synonymous? Then you and your essence will live on somehow… As for "Fear" – this struck very close to home Rodney – I didn’t realize until I read this poem that you possibly wrestle with the flip side of depression also…well put. One last comment, I loved "Ball of Dust" and think it fit the parameters for a ‘crazy storm’ or ‘weather report’, handily.
    Congratulations on getting caught up Rodney! Sharon I.

  8. Rodney C. Walmer

    You also are affected by the weather, that’s interesting. Do you also get Migraines, I know I do when the weather changes. I get them badly. Interestingly they have me on Ritalin for the ADHD, and it has helped my migraines immensely.

    Rod.

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