PROMPTS FOR HOMEWORK FOR WEEK ENDING 28/10/13

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PROMPTS FOR HOMEWORK FOR WEEK ENDING 28/10/13

Post by Maureen K Clifford » Mon Oct 14, 2013 1:21 pm

Great to see so much participation in the last lot of prompts and some great discussior arising as a result of David's poem, it never ceases to amaze me the paths that our poetry takes us on. We surely do all think from different sides of the square and that's a good thing isn't it. Makes for some lively and interesting conversations.

Just to add to this fortnights challenge - lets see if anyone can perhaps utilize the prompts to also write a Haiku . Oh before you grumble I know that is not Bush Poetry :o :shock: but as a poet why not try and extend your boundaries a little? I confess I have fallen in love with poetry written in the Tang Dynasty 8th Centrury which although it is ancient reads as if it were written just yesterday.

My favourites are written by poet Wang Wei - (a very unfortunate choice of name if he were an Australian) although in Australia he would be Wei Wang which is not much better really.

I'll share one with you - I think it beautiful

ONE-HEARTED

When those red beans come in springtime,
flushing on your southland branches,
take home an armful, for my sake,
as a symbol of our love.



Lets see what we can obtain with this fortnights prompts. Wrap your tonsils around these and do with them what you will.

PROMPTS

Mnemonic glitter

consumed by fire

primordial

skeletal boughs

returning birds

warmth


Cheers

Maureen
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