Today’s poetry prompt is called: “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” and was originally developed by Jim Simmerman. And here are the twenty little projects themselves — the challenge is to use them all in one poem:
In an effort to keep my poem from becoming too long, I didn’t use all 20 of the given projects. I’ve highlighted the ones I actually used in my poem.
- Begin the poem with a metaphor.
- Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
- Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
- Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
- Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
- Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
- Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
- Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
- Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
- Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
- Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
- Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
- Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
- Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
- Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
- Use a phrase from a language other than English.
- Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
- Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.
Here is my submission:
The dryer is a vortex,
every time I do a load
a sock goes missing.
I search high and low.
I think it runs away
to avoid undies kissing.
A clean load of laundry
soft and fresh,
still warm like a snubbed coal.
The slight hiss of static cling.
The crisp mountain breeze scent
wafts up as I start to fold.
The feel of the sweet smell
almost makes the chore a joy…
The hot sunshine in St. John’s
makes your laundry dry in record time;
ask my neighbour Mrs. White.
I always find my socks
when I unload the dryer.
They’re always in a pair.
Some machines are a wee bit sneaky:
most of your laundry you’ll recover
but some vanish in thin air.
We all like to wear clean clothes
and look our very best.
Why some vanish is a mystery:
a single sock,
your favourite shirt!
Argh! C’est la vie!
The dryer gives me
a Mona Lisa smile
as I close the Missing Socks case.
I think it is a magic box
where dirty clothes are made clean
and renegade socks sent to space!
(Copyright 2014 chattinatti)