Fill in the blanks
The prompt for today asks that we have a bit of fun with language. The prompt setter, Sage Cohen, has taken a couple of poems, reproduced them and then done so again with key words removed. The challenge is to fill in the blanks with our own words.
I have followed the prompt, although with only one of the poems (I found the second too much of a challenge). I don’t think the result is necessarily a good poem but I enjoyed the exercise, not just for the loosening up of the creative muscles, but for making me really read the original poem to understand how each of the deleted words really fitted into the whole.
Adelaide, South Australia
Because I am not discharged, I have the shell of an eggcup
that has spent its life gathering dust. Inside the eggcup
I am stone. I cannot tell when a word reaches in
and sounds the atoms of the veins. Sometimes
a road will bring the pulse into my thoughts.
Or the yellow papers falling on the sodden floor are fish
beginning to tempt each other out of their drifting shoals.
All the headlights I have known have been dimmed by fog
and the wind walking the streets at night.