A place to gather words before they get lost.
Taut tension wires, fraught with emotion, trembling with energy, caught in commotion
for #mastoprompt
In the bin sleeps potential:
coffee grounds banana peels apple cores watermelon seeds
discards, now, but rich soil: eventual
for #mastoprompt
Five Tracks: Making Some Noise (Michigan Playlist Poems)
Track One: Aretha Franklin
I remember watching you, Aretha, in that LA church, with your father, the preacher, standing near you at the pew - the way your fingers touched the keys, the way your voice touched the sky, the way your face emptied itself of audience as you lost yourself to song as you closed your eyes: you were as near to soul music in that time-capsule moment as a gospel lullaby
Track Two: The White Stripes
Keep it simple, Jack, press a wiry voice against that guitar of yours, knotted up in ninth chords, ‘cause Meg’s got your back: she’s a stick-wielding machine pounding through the floor with a hard-sound stripped-down rock-and-roll attack
Track Three: Stevie Wonder
What kind of child commands the moment with a presence like that?
Stevie’s all vision and groove, a high clear voice cutting a move inside stage lights, singing it: uptight, all night
All right – pull back the curtains: this young man’s out to prove what he can do
And the person he will be will write songs as if he’s cutting through wires: a creative bid to set himself free
Track Four: Parliament Funkadelic
Not a single sampled song in pop can’t trace its roots right back to the energetic funk of bassman spaceman Bootsy Collins
The origin story of hip hop has many tangled roads, from urban street corner raves to loudspeaker shows, but nothing comes closer than the bottom-bouncing riffs Bootsy wrote
and if you’re not dancing when he’s thumping and popping to find a line, then you’re not paying attention to the invitation to enter the Mother Ship party time
Track Five: Greta Van Fleet
What’s not derivative, anyway, in the age of rock-and-roll, so when you’re playing your songs with a passion – f— ‘em all – those magazine critics and Internet loudmouths with their words turning negative, calling you out of fashion – What do they know? Turn it up – louder, harder, faster - ‘til we’re all on the verge of out of control
NOTE: All prompts and sharing come via Chippewa Writing Project, Michigan, for Write Across America Summer 2022
Infernal mind, you anxious child, you never rest, do you?
You're still running wild when it might be best to spend a quieter time inside the dark
The solitude of night becomes bent, then broken, and the voice of rumination, spoken
for #mastoprompt
I told myself, well, it could wait - and so I did, and so it did, and now, of course, the moment's late, the thread's now lost to attention and time, and the poem I thought I might have wrote has gone and lost its mind
for #ds106
A pond snakes its way in fog, and light morning dew, a ghost running through
for Algot
Silver Queen sweet corn summer kernels spring-born
husk-hidden; grill-cooked or eaten raw,
a season's taste best savored with friends with family with all
for #mastoprompt
Though you, Joe, use the economy as talking points of political buffer,
you refuse, and the world - now and ever forward - suffers
for #mastoprompt