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Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 142

I apologize for the late start today, but I’m on vacation. So I got up early and worked a little on a new chapbook before taking the boys (all four of them) out to the park.

Anyway, for this week’s prompt, write an opposites poem. The opposites could be polar opposites, opposing opinions, or the opposite of whatever is expected. Feel free to play opposite day for the next week.

Here’s my attempt:

“Whatever”

There are times I feel like I’ve done
everything I can do. Checked
the oil level and air pressure
in the tires. Changed the wiper
blades. Washed the interior and
exterior. But then a noise
reminds me that I’ve forgotten
to change the transmission fluid–
making everything nothing.

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185 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 142

  1. taylor graham

    HERE IN SUPERVILLE

    A statue stands in place of the tree.
    While the tree stood –
    leaf-wild imperfectly leaning –
    the sun played sleights-
    of-light, shadows in forest.

    The forest’s gone. In its
    place this statue – fist raised
    (when, how will it fall?) –
    a marble clock. No more sun-
    light’s play. Time is serious now.

  2. taylor graham

    WAITING FOR YOU IN THE PARKING LOT

    A truck – 4WD, slick hubcaps, not many MPGs – sits idling beside me.
    The noise makes me nervous. I think of wasted gas, energy dependence,
    air pollution. A lady sits in the truck, fidgeting with some
    electronic device and listening to the radio.
    More noise. There was a blackbird in the sycamore
    but now it’s gone. The truck’s engine idles,
    going nowhere, a grumble-moan.
    I leave my parked car and
    start walking to
    silence

  3. cstewart

    Partial Attempts

    In my way, I asked for responsibility –
    Work:
    Shown.
    Thoughtful.
    Planned.
    Engaging.

    I got:
    Excuses.
    Dashing Eyes.
    Sorry words.
    Half-done work.

    The pleaded –
    Time extensions beyond all possible notions of reality.

  4. B. E. Wanamaker

    HI – not sure if this is the right place for this, but I’ve tried to submit for the 2013 Poetry competition, but your email address not working. I tried several times to send to robert.brewer@fwmedia.com and I keep getting an error message. Help! Deadline is Monday.
    Thanks – “B”

  5. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    countersync
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    i want a cat
    he wants a dog,
    i cherish independence
    he’d rather have loyalty.
    “this will never work,” i said
    “for we differ too much
    on the important things to
    ever become mutually blissful,”
    to which replied he,
    “what a great team are we,
    compensating one other’s weaknesses
    with varying strengths.
    if your hiss doesn’t deter
    then i’ll bark and give chase,
    and one way or another
    we’ll make this peanut butter
    and chocolate work!”

    © 2011 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  6. taylor graham

    CRISIS IN THE WEST PASTURE

    As if overnight, from tree-line to dry
    creekbed, nothing but turkey mullen. Prickly
    weed the sheep can’t eat. Pioneer species,
    dwarfish colonist that drives the good grass
    out. Invasive predator of soil.

    On hands and knees, I rip it out, obsessed
    to save my land. Commuters call me
    “crackpot!” out their windows. My fingers
    itch and burn. How can I protect
    what’s mine? After an hour, I’ve pulled

    only a pound of mullen by the
    kitchen scales. Surely cyberspace holds
    the answer. I check a dozen dot.coms.
    They promise no release; forecast
    my futures in turkey mullen.

  7. Dyson McIllwain

    Cousins: Brothers in Blood

    Dyson Douglas and Iain Douglas,
    brothers of different mothers; sisters
    bearing together. Whether you can tell
    or not, we’ve got a lot of commonality.
    But the reality lies in our disticnt differences.
    He is tall, I, verbose. His vacant stare, distant.
    Mine closer to the vest, a chest full of white hair
    matching the window treatments. He, a store-bought
    couiffe (more handsome without). I bear the family nose,
    he, our predisposition for the distilled beverage.
    Ambition brings me closer to my dreams,
    but it seems Iain dreams throughout. Not a lout
    by any stretch of imaginings. Generous and caring,
    I’m wearing the shirt off of his back. But, I have a knack
    of romanticizing our connection. It’s for his protection.
    Iain is ravaged; dementia his executioner. He remains
    on this plane lost in someone else’s brain. His smile
    takes the circuitous route to expression, brief as it is.
    I am pained in the witness I must become, but feel
    all the love for my brother, my comrade, my friend.
    In the end, isn’t that what cousins are?

  8. RobHalpin

    Two Faces

    My poker face
    a facade of the ultimate cool
    calm in the face of excitement:
    danger
    anger
    embarassment

    My message corked up tight
    for only the right person to open
    eye in the storm of excitement:
    love
    lust
    obsession

  9. Kim King

    I enjoyed reading all the posts! Unfortunately, it took me nearly a week to register and have it work.
    I’ll wait until tomorrow’s prompt before posting again.

    Hi to all the familiar poets on the unfamiliar, but snazzy site. Great reading!

  10. MiskMask

    Burning Embers

    White
    curtains
    of snowfall
    freezing against
    the icy window.
    The chilled air racing its
    way toward me, bracing cold,
    chasing warmth and embracing heat
    against its breast, thinking opposites
    attract but they destroy, then recreate.

  11. Dyson McIllwain

    Daughters and Exes

    Daughters bring joy.
    And any boy who dreams,
    yea, even schemes to abscond
    with my darling lassies
    had better love and care
    for their needs and welfare.
    They deserve no less, the best
    life could offer in petite packages,
    the ageless continuance of my being.
    Long after I’m gone, I will find life
    in a grandson’s smile, I will delight
    in a granddaughter’s wile; she will hold the cards.
    It is hard to imagine their mother
    in their genetics. No frenetic rant
    comes forth from within;
    it would be a sin otherwise.
    The spectrum spans wide,
    and I can not hide my exuberance
    at their contrary existence.
    Da loves his girls.
    My ex, not so much.

  12. Dyson McIllwain

    Crossed Continents

    My nomadic existence takes me,
    it literally makes me pick up
    and move from time to time.
    A well-worn traveler, an unraveller
    of the fabric of my making.
    An undertaking that take me
    down under, a wonder in its own right.
    A forth night from Melbourne,
    an unborn yearning to make
    my presence known.
    North to south, hemispheres
    exchanged and it is a strange feeling.
    Stealing moments to enjoy this escape
    until my longing heart starts
    to pack and leaves for home.

  13. Jane Shlensky

    As opposed to, like, poeming…

    Forty hours
    lost nights she logged on
    watching as
    errors stacked
    flat, without success again,
    again, until now.

    Jane Shlensky

    I finally made it though a crack, like a summer snake looking for a cool piece of ground. Yay!

  14. Colette D

    ~ Eager/Meager ~

    I want to sudy hard
    to feed my eager mind
    But when I study too hard
    I overfeed my meager mind

    I want to play hard
    to use my eager body
    But when I play too hard
    I bruise my meager body

    I want to love hard
    to soothe my eager heart
    But when I love too hard
    I behoove my meager heart

    I want to cry so hard
    to free my eager soul
    But when I cry too hard
    I freeze my meager soul

  15. barbara_y

    To the Tea Lions

    You may not want to rip out my throat.
    You only desire to nourish your own young
    and teach the young of others:  how to vote,
    believe, and think your thoughts in your birth tongue.
    All disagreement is a will to Wrong.
    It pains you to destroy the ones who fight.
    but you will:  you must.  And you give yourself the right.

  16. Colette D

    Hoping my symbols will cooperate here…

    ~ Equal Opposites ~

    ∅ = ∞
    A contradiction?
    Au contraire!
    Death = The End = ∅
    and Death = The All = ∞
    ⇒ ∅ = ∞

    * * *

    btw,
    ∅ = “empty set” or “zero” or “nothing”
    ∞ = “infinity” or “all”
    ⇒ means “implies” or “therefore”
    ∴ = one of the mathematical symbols denoting “end of proof”

    * * *

    1. De Jackson

      Colette! My favorite Poet Mathematician Ever! I can remember early, early days of being delighted, intrigued and utterly, beautifully befuddled (my brain only stretches so far in math world) by wonderful you! :)

    2. Colette D

      Thanks, you’s guys! I’m glad you didn’t let math anxiety get in the way. Benjamin, you are onto something. Mathematics is a language like any other. I hope to make it more accessible to poets everywhere. Maybe I should write a mathbook… I mean a chapbook. ;D Thanks again!!!

  17. LCaramanna

    Compatible

    He sat opposite me in the corner booth
    of the popular restaurant
    stirring packets of sugar into his Diet Pepsi
    because his blood sugar level was bottoming out.
    He sucked the soda through his straw,
    emptying the glass with one slurp.
    I sipped an ice water.
    He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me.
    I shook my head and frowned,
    my eyes shifting focus to the menu,
    where I considered every item
    carefully.
    He never even glanced at the choices,
    his mind already made up:
    prime rib, medium rare, with onion rings.
    Having my usual difficult time deciding,
    I settled for a garden salad, dressing on the side.
    The ditsy waitress noted our orders,
    clearly recognizing our oppositeness.
    She laughed,
    He laughed,
    I laughed.
    Ridiculous as it may seem,
    as he sat opposite me in the corner booth
    we could not have been more compatible.
    LBC

  18. Justine Hemmestad

    I had a ministry, a God-given ministry –
    Better than sacrifice upon a rock.
    My ministry was heavenly ordained,
    So gracious it wore a golden frock.

    Secrets and hidden destinies were revealed to my heart,
    Beauty I longed to come true –
    But under the weight of heaven and earth,
    What I thought was purple and gold was really only blue.

    My ministry faltered,
    Its blessings were not cherished,
    Second thoughts, God must have had, and –
    My heart with it, perished.

    What was once promised to me
    Has gone aloof –
    What was set in stone has cast opposite,
    For now, I only seek the proof.

  19. LCaramanna

    Compatible

    He sat opposite me in the corner booth
    of the popular restaurant
    stirring packets of sugar into his Diet Pepsi
    because his blood sugar level was bottoming out.
    He sucked the soda through his straw,
    emptying the glass with one slurp.
    I sipped an ice water.
    He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me.
    I shook my head and frowned,
    my eyes shifting focus to the menu,
    where I considered every item
    carefully.
    He never even glanced at the choices,
    his mind already made up:
    prime rib, medium rare, with onion rings.
    Having my usual difficult time deciding,
    I settled for a garden salad, dressing on the side.
    The ditsy waitress noted our orders,
    clearly recognizing our oppositeness.
    She laughed,
    He laughed,
    I laughed.
    Ridiculous as it may seem,
    as he sat opposite me in the corner booth
    we could not have been more compatible.
    LBC

  20. gsb3

    Seasons

    Couch potato meets samarai.

    Postman meets iron man.

    Administrator meets sanitation worker.

    Contrasts in physical attributes.

    Perhaps lifestyles, philosophies, sanitation

    Relationships, goals,spirituality.

    Achievements, awards, recognition.

    There’s a lot of grey area for some.

    For others, a rock-hard stop where they stand.

    So what is the great evener?

    What shows us all that we are the same

    When it comes down to it, in the end?

    It’s the rhythmn and the constancy

    of the seasons. They come every year,

    putting nature, and us, at their mercy.

    So what of us? Are we too big, too anything,

    to defy the forces of nature?

  21. lisahelene

    New to this blog, and I was busy on Wednesday because it was my birthday but the writing prompt was very helpful:

    Turn 40 Happily

    Play at the zoo
    Watch pandas devour bamboo
    Swallow strawberry popsicles
    Wander Rock Creek Park with deer
    Ponder the Nationals pitching
    Enjoy hot dogs without condiments
    Cuddle on the train home
    Call a cab

  22. foodpoet

    Opposites

    I try to avoid politics but sigh

    Opposite idiots
    Pose their
    Painful points
    Over and over not caring always
    Shifting the blame to the other side so are we
    Idiots who sit back and watch
    Thinking surely they will come to an agreement
    Eventually they will after
    Shaking ever more out of the middle class and now even the rest of us

  23. leatherdykeuk

    With Fingers Itching

    Every morning she tells me her dream
    as if I’m some witchdoctor guru
    sipping tea at the top of a tower
    ready to pass oblique judgement on them.

    I listen politely, hands at rest on my lap
    and turned away from the computer
    lest I be distracted by theories on writing
    or cats with amusing captions
    but quite honestly
    I care not a jot for her teenage dreams
    of acceptance and wish-fulfilment
    though her readiness to kill her peers
    with magic spells is noted for use
    in the next novel I write.

    I smile and nod and give murmurs of encouragement
    and pretend to be the good stepmom
    instead of the distracted writer.

    Rachel Green

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