I’m gonna try to read a poem a day, and then write a poem a day. Reading The Collected Poems of Howard Nemerov; today’s poem was “Succession.”
My poem is below. It’s using a prompt called “Shuffle a Poem,” where you take five random album titles from your collection and use them to write a poem. The titles have to be used intact (although they can be separated by punctuation); no removing or changing words. Here is my shuffle poem:
I watched rain drops
Bleed the clouds
Until all soil ran red
And the seed at zero
Started to labor.
Gypsy punks say
“The stakes is high”
And they sigh when I
Put on my watering can,
Soaking everything
Too much, wondering
When the earth will
Grow up, and I will
Grow down.
No use. The organic duke
Has cast off his mantle
And settled down with the
Industrialist’s daughter.
Their progeny is sterile.
The orphan’s lament
Is thus: “The rain
Falls on the just and
Unjust.”
So the poets say.
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