I have bought the book, ’52 – Write a Poem a Week. Start Now. Keep Going’, a Nine Arches Press book.
This first poem has taken two weeks rather than one. I’ve decided to be ok with that. I am determined to work each prompt.
The resulting poem for prompt one is not exactly as positive as the prompt suggests. I really did try. I’m just going with it.
I’m getting too old for this
Enough
of living in this claw
machine of packaged dreams
in plastic bubbles, burst when touched
the inside out for all
to see, I want to hold a shape
a gentle mind to cup it
reflection warped, a second face
look left while I look right
forget the claw above me.
