Here is a collection of things under my feet in photos and another of things I don’t care about in the poem. April halfway done!
Prompt 15: “This one may seem counter-intuitive, but today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in. This isn’t quite the same, I think, as something you’re indifferent to.“
No, on the contrary, “no interest in” is a bit too mild for some of these. This list poem was written in bed by 6.05 am. And then I could sleep some more.
Back off People with big dogs “for protection”. “Step nearer the edge”. Breaking a horse. Guns as problem-solvers. Authority without a clue. “Unused potential”. Ambition (“makes you look really ugly”). Franz Kafka: “The Castle”. “Don’t Look Up”. “La Grande Bellezza”. Truffles, the mushrooms. Drugs, unneeded ones. Aesthetic surgery for kicks. Invisible art. Most jazz (I tried). Organised religion. Cryptocurrencies. Moderation. Heat.
Since Amanda wishes to see what is beneath our feet for her Friendly Friday challenge, here is a compilation of my views through the year.
For Friendly Friday Challenge hosted by Amanda at Something to Ponder About: Beneath My Feet
The last day in my NaPoWriMo history
2018: Half way!
He was sitting there alone eyes glazed over nursing a litre. I’m not sure he recognised me since I withdrew the moment I saw who he was. I was tempted to go back to clear out some mud but then thought better of it. Nahhh. That lonely glass serves you more right than I ever could.
Not Eyetalian yet in Toscana, seem white and yet I’m from Lublana. Like what they said for Luka: He is not white, he’s from the Ball-kans, I can tell impressive from pressing on and on like his effortless passing. (Read on + more Florence)
My father shared the stage with bards most noted and published poems, but then had to marry. His verse is soft, of love, nothing too scary, romantic without being sugar-coated. My mother is a rapper, non-promoted. When she hits 80: festival, not dairy! She writes for those who in her heart she’d carry, to children’s poems she is most devoted. (Read all.)
This day in my blogging history
2014: The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry. —Ernest Hemingway
2014: The present’s fine. The present’s perfect. The present’s peachy fucking creamy. The only thing wrong with the present is the bastard doesn’t exist… because the present is the future, and the future is the past… and it’s all the same fucking bag of bones anyway. It’s a constant process of coming into being and passing away… coming into being and passing away. The future is now. (…) You can’t make an omelet without cracking a few eggs… and humanity is just a cracked egg… and the omelet stinks. —From “Naked“, directed by Mike Leigh.