“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Written for the GloPoWriMo Day 2 prompt: Write a poem that directly addresses someone, and that includes a made-up word, an odd/unusual simile, a statement of “fact,” and something that seems out of place in time. Inspired by a piece of writing by David Elikwu.
Once again, making good use of a shitty book. Recycle!
Inspired by Existential Comics #591
I was kinda taken with most of the images for this No Theme Thursday challenge but not enough by a single one to write anything deeply. So, I figured on some haiku form couplets for every picture instead.
A huitain shared with W3 prompt – seeds
Inspired by my own comment on this post at stopdraggingthepanda.
Inspired by this article at Tumultuous True Stories by Lindsay Byron
A wasted day waiting for perfection.
Initially inspired (but not connected to) this post at Spinning Visions, which got me thinking about The Tourists song of the title, as well as the idea of another poem I read today, where they reused lines of a song to form their own work.
The lyrics to that particular Tourists song didn’t inspire me, but I checked out Blind Among The Flowers and so used lines from that instead.*
There is one person who is always there for you, through thick and thin, best to get well acquainted.
Interestingly, I discovered that Blind Among The Flowers is the source of a refrain that often pops up in the playlist of my mind: “Nothing means nothing to me”. That’s been bugging me for years!
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