#12 Write a poem without the following words:
and, but, the
Category / Poetry
Poetry Boot Camp Prompt #11
#11 The wine wasn’t the one thing that was dry…
Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls
From “Crabapples”
You hear the buzzing
and see the yellow jackets
as they sting your feet
and suddenly,
you notice the present world,
and toss the bitter apple into the street drain,
bidding the uninvited guest to go away.
Poetry Boot Camp Prompt #10
#10 Specks of black mica dotted the white blanket on the bed…
Poetry Boot Camp Prompt #9
#9 She found that he painted the walls pink, but did a poor job, as the paint did not reach the ceiling….
Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls
From “Snowflakes”
My bleached hands
are full of snowflakes I cupped,
that bleed of chemicals they steep.
Poetry Boot Camp Prompt #8
#8 Write a poem with the words “steam” or “steamed.”
Celebrating National Poetry Month
Free books of poetry! Hey, you don’t see that often, do you? Here at the blog, I am celebrating poetry, not only by offering the poetry boot camp and providing excerpts of my own poetry from my latest book, Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls,
I would also like to share the gift of poetry.
So, I am giving away one signed copy of both of my books, plus other poetry books I have enjoyed. Free. What is the catch? This is a contest, so I can’t give books to everyone (would love to, if I could), but I will do a drawing to determine who will get the books. I will have at least 3 prize books, but if there is enough participating, I will add more.
How do I enter, you ask? Easy.
#1 Like any posts from this month (April). This includes the blog, Facebook, and Twitter.
#2 Double entries if you Share, Retweet, or Press This (via WordPress).
Winners chosen around the first of May. Winners will be posted and notified. You have 7 days to claim before I redraw.
Sound good!
Let’s celebrate poetry!
Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls
From “Sun”
molten rock to your core,
depleting you,
thrusting you out of a drunken state,
awake
Poetry Boot Camp Prompt #6
#6 Slip of paper found on the floor was all the proof she needed
J.L. Smith 