I provided a prompt yesterday, at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, to try some Guerilla Poetry. A dare if you will, to expose your poem or one you like to the world. Today I printed out 3 poems, Hope by Emily Dickinson, Pablo Neruda's poem Bird and in honor of Halloween, an Edgar Allan Poe poem. I was going to go to the library, but didn't make it. It was warm and breezy and I stopped for an Iced Coffee at Starbucks, which is located in a grocery store. There were so many people, I was intimidated, but knew I had to come through. I went over as I was adding some Splenda and half n' half to my treat and using Post it tape, stuck it below the spice section. I saw the barista smile at me, when my camera flashed. She was busy, but I wondered what she thought. Next stop I hit the book, magazine section. There was a stuffed animal sitting oddly on a stack of books, as if some child had wanted it, but was told not today. I taped a poem to the large tag on the bear. Next stop, big box store. I knew the Poe poem had to go in the Halloween section. Perfect, a lot of people will see it. Many are still purchasing last minute items for the holiday. An old man smiled at me, when I hurried out of the aisle, I saw him reading it. The other poems, I did not observe anyone viewing them. I will try this again, when I have more time to linger and see how those around me react. It was fun and I enjoyed thinking about who would find it and what their reaction will be. I am going to an art show on Saturday, yes I entered a photo. I just may try it there and will be able to see the reactions. Do you think that is cheating? A lot of people come to purchase the art...What do you think? I am thinking quotes might be fun too~ Have you ever done anything like this?
Poets United prompt #72 this week is Writer's Block, I have had this lately, but now to write a poem about it?! Yikes! I have felt drained this month. A lot has happened, my Mom moved into her new place, I wasn't there. My son's car accident, he is fine. Surgery... bleck...not a big deal, but the side effects where a pain, etc. It has been an odd month... My writing seems to be influenced, by my mood. When I am stressed, it just doesn't flow the same.
Zig zagged thoughts demand balance
Sieved memories punctured
mushroom brain lacks luster
dullness disputes hope's view
Pressure probes endless thought
Cycle of 3 encompass daily path
Symbolic trust will return
Patience must remain intact
Past connects the course
To hope’s door