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My poem this week is titled:
“ON CHRISTMAS EVE“
Merry Christmas to All.
My post is here:
RWP #106
Merry Christmas everyone! Here’s my bit of redundancy: Ripples
A eulogy.
this fall, a prayer
It’s Christmas eve and I’m looking forward to our small feast. Merry Christmas everyone!
Sorry, I didn’t make the prompt this week. But I posted a little tune for y’all on the blog so stop by, if you can.
Happy Holidays!
http://zouxzoux.wordpress.com/2009/12/24/shakana-santa-shake-it/
Two poems this week! It’s Xmas Eve now and we celebrate with our feast tonight.A Merry Christmas to you all!
http://rallentanda.blogspot.com
Mine is “Into Every Life a Frog Must Fall” at http://synecdochicstuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/frog.html
Merry Christmas, everyone!
You’ll find mine here:
http://beyondtheblog.wordpress.com/2009/12/22/warfare
Attempt the first, though I’ll probably come back to this one: Professional Muse
And a happy (insert holiday here) to all!
Here’s mine:
Stillness
This week I’m sharing a poem that recently won the second prize in the 2009 Margaret Reid Poetry Competition. I would certainly appreciate more comments and such, thanks!
10 p.m. by the Singapore River
http://thinkingcities.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-pm-by-singapore-river.html
I liked doing this prompt:
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2009/12/lucent-pearls.html
http://poemsotherwise.blogspot.com/2009/12/foreign.html
Here’s mine, First Beer
Perhaps this is cheating since I wrote this last month. It’s my first attempt at vilanelle:
http://keepingsecrets-karen.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html
Here’s my little gift to you all. Merry Christmas!
http://melrosemusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/poetry-of-tree.html
Here are two poems that use the theme of repetition.
Me
cancer killing quietly
Happy Holidays to everyone! Here is my weekly offering:
http://cynthiashort.blogspot.com
I failed dismally at my own prompt. But I managed to harass an older poem into being, and start another one. Here’s the older one I’d like to share, even if it’s off-prompt: People of Stone
I’ll be back once the Christmas Eve meal is over. I’m fixing the capon tonight. Happy holiday to all.
[...] that time again, time to ‘get your poem on (the 106th version)’ and I got it on.This defied rewriting. I tried and tried and it just kept coming back to [...]
http://radio-nowhere.org/nb/?p=328
From the Department of Redundancy Department…
Merry Christmas!
You can find my poem and a post with process notes here:
http://djvorreyer.wordpress.com
“The Ghost of Tom Robinson”
I will try to get around to reading all of your poems after the holiday festivities are over and I am in a food coma on Saturday!
I managed to write to the prompt again! Life with a newborn is pretty repetitive, so a prompt relating to repetition was an excellent fit…
Newborn Sestina
http://velveteenrabbi.blogs.com/blog/2009/12/read-write-prompt-106-repeat-after-me.html
Dana Guthrie Martin replied:
December 24th, 2009 at 12:32 pm
I can’t comment on your site for some reason, so I will leave my comment here:
Beautiful to talk about the form of the newborn and the form of language itself within the form of the sestina. Wonderful take on the repetition prompt.
Neil Reid replied:
December 26th, 2009 at 3:24 am
Me too. My comment will not stick to your blog.
Not a parent, but oh my, what your poem in best of tongues does inform, both as close as a mother is, and what I’d never even guess. And all beautifully written.
Why Bother?
We are walking together down a road
That no one has bothered to pave
Old apple trees grow along the edges.
They are stunted and gnarly with many
Broken branches. The apples are
Puckered and small.
You pick one , then throw it away.
No one has bothered to trim and
Spray the trees. Beyond the road
A barn with gray boards is falling apart.
No one will bother to repair it.
You have not bothered to wear a jacket.
I have not bothered to carry a purse.
Neither of us is bothering to act as if
We should still show respect for each
Other. Our arguments whine on like
Annoying commercials no one has
Bothered to turn off.
You stoop and pick more apples. Then
You pitch them into the field. You do
Not bother to see where they land. Later
The deer will come searching. Then
They will nuzzle their soft mouths into
The tall grass and savor the treasure
No one has bothered to care for.
Neil Reid replied:
December 26th, 2009 at 3:31 am
A well (beautifully) crafted image in response to the prompt, and how simple with one line redeems its story as the deer “savor the treasure” even as neglect abounds. And while the story is about “no bother”, yet the images have a life of their own. Nicely done.
Karen replied:
December 29th, 2009 at 1:50 pm
The progression of untended things – the apples, the barn, the relationship, leading to the soft mouths of the deer is an unexpected pleasure and lesson for us. Great take on the prompt.
I won’t get a chance to read everyone’s work until after the holidays, but a Merry Christmas to all….and to all a good poem!
http://ravenswingpoetry.com/2009/12/22/ashes/
Subtle repetitions lead to Refinements
This is my first post on RWP. Thanks in advance for reading! Confined
Jerry replied:
December 24th, 2009 at 9:48 am
Sorry, that was supposed to be posted under Henry’s (my father’s) profile. He’s new here (and to posting his work). Apparently, I need help as well.
I’ll try again.
Here we go:
Confined
My poem is Christmas-themed too and a little rushed (’tis the season).
At the caroling party
Also, I’m looking for five poets (one per workday) to be guest-bloggers on my blog while I’m away the last week of January. I’d need each guest-blogger to be able to send me one poem, photo and related question (for my “Thoughts?” section) by early-mid January. If anyone’s interested, please leave me a message in my comment box with your e-mail address and I’ll contact you. Thanks!
In the dark days of winter, light. Here’s mine: http://patteran.typepad.com
Holiday prep left me little time for the prompt (I hope to give it a go after Christmas), but here’s a poem I did manage to get done this week:
http://freckledwriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/night-before.html
I did a triolet called Best Kept Secret:
http://evelynnalfred.blogspot.com/2009/12/triolet-thursday-triolet-19-poetry.html
Candles
posted at http://makeda42.livejournal.com/48795.html
In the spirit of Christmas, and since you’re allowing more than one, here’s a happier verse, written on the eve,
waiting for midnight mass
I won’t get much time to read poems posted here till after the festivities weekend, back to back, that starts today and ends New Year’s Eve. Merry Christmas.
Happy Holidays to all…here is mine
JOHNNY THE WALKER
http://waynepitchko.blogspot.com
Well I’m running a day late this time. Christmas confuses me, I think. So to the poem, and honestly “Where’s Waldo” was only an afterthought! It is as it is, and…
I am here
Here’s another repeat poem that repeated itself repeatedly into my head last night.
http://synecdochicstuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html
[...] write prompt #106: repeat after [...]
boy, has this revision taken forever
a cynic’s love may look like angels
Christmas overdrive. Boiling potatoes and posting. Poetry’s helping me survive Christmas.
Christmas reprised
GOSSIP
What to say of the boy turned in the silo
under that first portion of wheat crop?
The fact itself is stunning enough.
The field stutters and shuffles its feet
as if it would explain his death, but cannot
find the words. It cannot retract
the load of severed einkorn which put its hand
to his mouth and held it there
like a frantic mother
shutting at last even the nose
against a tendon of turret steel.
Weeds poke their necks up through
the fallen shafts, False Indigo dropping, again, its black bread-trail of seedpods
and the bending orange cone flowers, all
sunshine from a distance and then those dark cores emerging from the glare unblinking, saying isn’t it sad? It is so sad.
David Moolten replied:
December 27th, 2009 at 4:58 pm
Wonderfully oblique poem when considered in the context of the title. The language is tight, dynamic, original and musical. You really capture the suffocation and the image of the mother is quite ironic.
I”m going back over all the prompts I missed while I was away. My answer to this one is ‘Potherment’.