I’m usually not prompted to write a poem by what’s in front of me but I am often prompted to draw something. I keep my drawing materials in my room and there are always extra supplies in the Art Room at the Seniors Residence where I live. It might be pencil crayons or crayons or acrylic paint. I might keep it, display it or toss it out. I have a display case on the wall outside my room. I need to get some display boards to hang on my walls or lean on the dresser.
The beggening of my poem, which came first through subtle observations of the consistency of the moment. I actually found this prompt at the perfect moment, so I wrote from present tense. Slowly the poem turned into an over thought observation, an explanation of nonsensical realizations... But I liked how it started so here goes:
Let us race together, hair as a quirky, beating heart. As often it's persistentce, still and solitary, isolated elementary. From what is the rest
Let us undress, fast as the pace of this dancing race, quickly, wind rips shredds from our linen,
What has become of us but timmid?
Remissing souls in focus knots. A painting of the still life, rotting,
The sudden reaching forth of cotastrophy, remembering briefly, individual mortalities. Having come to causalities, through fallacies of, what fantastical iterations coinside. With what roughed through the stumbling bodies.
I think the present tense is the perfect way to express this poem. Present tense often is the most immediate and intimate way of reaching the reader with your message. Make it happen in the “now.”
I’m usually not prompted to write a poem by what’s in front of me but I am often prompted to draw something. I keep my drawing materials in my room and there are always extra supplies in the Art Room at the Seniors Residence where I live. It might be pencil crayons or crayons or acrylic paint. I might keep it, display it or toss it out. I have a display case on the wall outside my room. I need to get some display boards to hang on my walls or lean on the dresser.
Lovely! If I could draw well, I would also be tempted to do so. I am happy you have this form of expression for yourself. Keep on creating!
The beggening of my poem, which came first through subtle observations of the consistency of the moment. I actually found this prompt at the perfect moment, so I wrote from present tense. Slowly the poem turned into an over thought observation, an explanation of nonsensical realizations... But I liked how it started so here goes:
Let us race together, hair as a quirky, beating heart. As often it's persistentce, still and solitary, isolated elementary. From what is the rest
Let us undress, fast as the pace of this dancing race, quickly, wind rips shredds from our linen,
What has become of us but timmid?
Remissing souls in focus knots. A painting of the still life, rotting,
The sudden reaching forth of cotastrophy, remembering briefly, individual mortalities. Having come to causalities, through fallacies of, what fantastical iterations coinside. With what roughed through the stumbling bodies.
All is worth a day of reverie
I think the present tense is the perfect way to express this poem. Present tense often is the most immediate and intimate way of reaching the reader with your message. Make it happen in the “now.”