How many times
did she wake in the
night crying because
of her losses? And
how many times
did she put
on her clown’s
face to become
loved and
wanted?
how many times
with pills and
liquor did she
Get Happy
Come Rain or
Come Shine? And
how many times
was she high
Over the Rainbow
and how many
dreams were
haunted? Twisted
and tortured, pulled
and pushed. Pills
to come up, then
pills to come
down.
Tears, laughter,
then tears
again.
That’s
Entertainment…
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Writing Prompt |
Share with us one of your oldest pieces of poetry, exactly as you wrote it. I want to see all those excessive ellipses, capitals at the start of every line, the abundance of semi-colons, the pretentious repetition, the unnecessary line spaces that are.....
SO.....
IMPORTANT....
to my art!
I want you to swear on your honour you won't edit it before posting (adding an image is allowed, as we're in Fanstory Land). Other than that, no limitations. For example, I have one in my repertoire entitled 'Political Correctness' that's literally just a blank page (I was a very sarcastic teenager). For a more useful example, here's the first recorded poem I have of mine - my Nan confirmed I was 8 at the time:
The Snow
Quietly the clouds move in,
Looking like the hair of an old person.
Then very slowly,
The dandruff starts to fall.
Everything as still as the sleeping mouse,
Everything as quiet as the forest at night.
Until the morning spreads over the soggy landscape,
And children chant their cheers from their places of rest
As they look at the white floor outside.
And the still and silence is no more.
Show us what you had :-) |
Author Notes
This made me laugh really hard this morning, so thanks for having this contest. I had an obsession with Judy Garland when I was a teenager, and this particular assignment must have had to do with the shape of things, making poetry into art. (You can almost see in the original that the page stapled to my tornado features a snake and a sun.) This was written 1974, so I was 14 or 15.
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