Elizabeth Barrette (ysabetwordsmith) wrote,
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Poetry Fishbowl Open!

Starting now, the Poetry Fishbowl is open! I will be checking this page periodically throughout the day. When people make suggestions, I'll pick some and weave them together into a poem ... and then another ... and so on. I'm hoping to get a lot of ideas and a lot of poems.

Feed the Fish!
Now's your chance to participate in the creative process by posting ideas for me to write about. Today's genre is nature. I am especially looking for:

* settings
* imagery
* themes
* events
* poetic forms

But anything is welcome, really. If you manage to recommend a form that I don't recognize, I will probably pounce on it and ask you for its rules. I do have the first edition of Lewis Turco's The Book of Forms which covers most common and many obscure forms.

I'll post at least one of the fishbowl poems here so you-all can enjoy it. The rest will go into my archive for magazine submission.
Tags: fishbowl, nature, poetry, writing
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Event:
One of my roses had a large pink bud on it. I let it stay, hoping I would have one last rose of summer, unexpectedly in December. But it never bloomed; it's a dot of bright pink wilting on the end of a dark wet rose vine, in the snow.

Meditation based on a play on words:
I have thyme in a bottle on my pantry shelf. Last spring when we planted it, last summer when the parsley threatened to overgrow it, the chill rain of autumn when I cut the last of it before the freeze, all is there, together with the anticipation of stews and roasts all through the coming winter. Fragile dry leaves, crumbling, fragrant.

Form:
Any sort of vining, entwining form with words to match.
Your prompt about the rose bud merged with a sad message I received from a friend today, and turned into the memorial poem "Snowbud."

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