Pen & Page Prompt No. 2
This week: Considering how the life you didn't choose is still speaking
#Pen & Page: A Gentle Prodding
Week 4 is here, which means it’s time for another Pen & Page prompt. As always, it’s multilayered and designed to startle your subconscious into motion. Let it lead you beneath surface awareness, where insight often begins. Consider nudging yourself toward “flow”, a productive and highly creative in-between state of consciousness. I wrote more about “flow” in my “Secret Life of Notebooks” newsletter.
Prompt No.2 “The Echo Self Speaks Up”
Write a poem from the voice of your alternate self — the version of you who made a different choice. Let this other self narrate the life you didn’t live: the one who stayed, who left, who said yes, who never looked back.
This is not ghost, not fantasy. This is the fully-realized you-that-might-have-been. Give them agency, memory, desire. Maybe they resent you. Maybe they pity you. Maybe they want to trade places.
Let tone lead the poem: is it accusatory? Tender? Boastful? Envious? Surreal?
You can write this as: direct address (use “you” and “I”), a mirror scene (you see them across a distance), a found artifact (obituary from the other life), or other perspective.
For inspiration read Terrance Hayes American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin [“I lock you in an American sonnet that is part prison”]. In this poem, Hayes engages in identity play and alternate self. Or, for a look at the complexities of self, there is Jericho Brown’s book The Tradition.
Optional
Use a formal constraint (sonnet or duplex) to show the tension between you and this alternate self.
The modern sonnet retains core elements of the traditional sonnet, but allows for variations. Increasingly used by contemporary poets, it fits well in today’s culture because it balances constraint and freedom within pressures, systems, and fragmentation yet always reaching for authenticity, voice, and form. The duplex, created by Jericho Brown, is a form of modern sonnet.
#Stage Notes
Upcoming Zoom reading with Jed Myers, author of Learning to Hold, winner of the Wandering Aengus Press Editors’ Award:
Thursday, July 10 live on Zoom at 7PM ET/4PM PT
Free with required registration
Also reading will be L. Annette Binder
Hosted by Wandering Aengus Press and Trail to Table Press
Jed Myers’ poetry collection, Learning to Hold, offers welcome to human troubles in need of empathy’s refuge. These poems are written in the practice of opening the heart’s arms, by the powers of memory, intuition, and imagination, inviting us across borders of difference and distance in the spirit of our essential oneness. Learning to Hold is available by visiting Wandering Aengus Press.
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Write and thrive,
Robbin
"To the Other One"
Don't get me wrong.
Are we along?
I didn't choose you,
and it suppose to be fun.
I'm not king Kong.
I'm not ding dong.
I don't want to be number one
or someone who never was known.
Life isn't a ping pong.
It is the wheel that I spin.
So, let the steak be well done
and let us sing a new song.
A LAMENT FOR THE PATH NOT TAKEN
To never know the solemn silence of God
Waking while the world sleeps, to sing the Psalms
To never read scriptures, dreaming of Thy rod
To not know my brethren's comforting arms
I curse the path of my oblivion,
damn the need of my loins, robbing my call
Only knowing torments of perdition
and never know the Pleroma, The All
In the twilight of my life I've found
something akin to the path not taken
Each day revolves around silence profound
I wake while the world remains unshaken
While I lament for the path not taken
It seems God has not left me forsaken