Today's Poetry Thread: MOTHERS
Today I offer you this prompt to create your own poem for Mom/Ma/Mama/______. Feel free to add your poem to this thread or any other poems to/about mothers. ❤️
Friends, here is another writing prompt, which I originally designed to help children express themselves, but which I'm now seeing can be used by anyone! Enjoy, and feel free to share it and post the results!
Gave this prompt to my son tonight & he wrote this poem:
My name is Rhett
Today I feel like a bright light in the galaxy
Sometimes I am a comet
Sometimes I am a meteor
But always I am amazing
I ask the world “can one dot be art?”
And the answer is: a bright light in the galaxy
I've been thinking a lot about the new generation of writers, and just how incredibly important the new poetry will be. The new language. The new passion. For all of you, and for all who teach and *learn from* you, here is "For the Young Who Want to Write." 🔥
Friends, every morning with the Daily Poetry Thread I celebrate the work of another writer, but today I want to tell you how much I believe in my novel The Swallows of Lunetto, and how much I hope it reaches you. Here it is: https://t.co/bHjup6uo4f
I'm starting a new poetic movement called The New Passion, & if you think I'm kidding, expand this whole tweet:
What is The New Passion? A poetics that turns away from cold irony but turns toward craft, especially rhythmic craft, which is the basis of our breath & being. A poetics that fears no charge of sentimentality, for it knows that the line between sentimentality & life-saving clarity is razor-thin, and the poet must risk it. A poetics that rejects the death of the author & the disingenuous self-deprecation that is just another form of the narcissism that expects the reader to lean in. A poetics that leans toward the reader, that knows it must earn the reader. Earn. A poetics that knows "passion" is suffering and joy, ancient and new, and that poetry must find its freshness in the only way it can: by a radical belief in the reader. By not infantilizing the reader into a collection of fears, of taboos, of accepted truths. A poetics that abides no fascism of what-is-proper, that knows the poem is a moral organism and that it should be held accountable for what it tries to do, but that it should try to do it. That no imagining is a crime if it is done well. With impossible compassion. That we should not teach the young to avoid the impossible. A poetics that imagines the radical clarity in that sacred place where craft & magic are one, and that is just crazy enough to seek it.
A transformative story. A tour de force. Don’t miss out on this story about love, tyranny, and the potential to heal deeply divisive wounds…
https://t.co/c42fFpwN58