The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the UFO.
We had a little bit of snow here today, just enough to dust everything in a fine layer of white. Might be going snowshoeing up on the mountain tomorrow, as long as we don't wake up to more snow than I care to drive through.
Mine:
I can see the bright flashing lights -
It's aliens, no doubt.
Well they can holler all they want,
But I ain't coming out.
It's nice to be here again.
ReplyDeleteI'm right here. Take me.
The question, "Are you real?"
Flies with in my inner space. So
Take me now or follow someone else.
Snowshoeing sounds like fun! Btw, I know I took forever to respond to your email, but I just want to check that you did finally get my reply :)
ReplyDeleteHeh, I'd probably not come out for the aliens either. Not without a butterfly net and a killing jar, anyway!
The UFO
She was cooking breakfast (not well),
When I came downstairs (what's that smell?),
She asked what I'd like (I'd like to reject)
I said "An egg" (Unidentified Frying Object)
@Aaron: looks like we posted at almost the same time! Nice to see you back again, and I like the enthusiasm your poem has for the UFO. Much more practical than many people seem to be about them!
ReplyDeletegreg, HA!
ReplyDeleteUFOs
bright light in dark of night
makes manoeuvres turning right
piloted by little grey men
awaiting disclosure, I wonder when
No access to a the internet today - so writing this on my blackberry. Thank God it's only 4 lines.
ReplyDeleteLittle Green Men invade my dreams
To take me away
From this life
That I fear
To prove that an entire poem changes with one word, here's an alternate version that came to me as I pressed publish
ReplyDeleteLittle Green Men invade my dreams
To take me away
From the life
That I loathe
Unknown beings from far away
ReplyDeleteFly their crafts of steely gray.
Occupied with intentions of their quest.
Stargazing humans never find rest.
I'm not talking to the press, I'm not. Oh no, no sirree!
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm not going with no nurse neither, you can keep your psychiatry.
I'll just say this whole story was entirely falsified:
That damn flying saucer I didn't see, sure wasn't unidentified.
They taunt me from the corner of the dining room.
ReplyDeleteTheir patterns left scattered in baskets.
Yarn, Thread, Cloth, Needles, and Loom.
My (U)n(F)inished (O)bjects will follow me to my casket.
@Nita - You to? I've got so many of those! Including the materials for the Little Orphan Annie Costume I was going to make for my redhead... Lost... that one is.
ReplyDeleteanyway I"m off to space as Rachael from NaNo 2011 wants to have her say:
The UFO
My space ship is a frisbee
It's a classical design
Rotating disk, engine beneath
Cathryn's UFO design
I had way to much fun designing spaceships for that book :}
Streaks of blue with yellow chasers
ReplyDeleteMake my midnight terrace bright.
A small green man with black bright eyes,
Looks impassively on my demise.
(First time here...as you can see I am not a poet! Looks like a fun site.)
Aaron - welcome back!
ReplyDeleteAssuming the aliens are friendly, I think a ride in a UFO would be pretty damned fun :)
Greg - I did get your email, thanks very much for the info. I'd meant to get back to you but got distracted, apparently.
Great fun little poem :)
Writebite - the truth is out there...
David - hah, good timing then! Hopefully you'll have a proper way to write for the next prompt :)
Fascinating that you've got two totally different poems with the change of only one word.
Krystin - I like that your poem could refer to the pilots as either humans visiting elsewhere or aliens visiting here. I don't know if that was your intention, but that's how I'm reading it :)
Anon - love the voice in your poem! Just makes the whole piece work :)
Nita - haha, very nicely done :)
Makes me glad that all my unfinished writing projects can be easily tucked away on the computer or in a notebook. Makes it hard for them to stare at me :P
Elor - yeah, world building is a lot of fun. I don't indulge in that often enough. Hmm...
Iron Bess - welcome! Don't worry, I only force poetry on you guys on Saturdays... oh, and haiku on Tuesdays. But other than that!
And that looks to me like a poem, so I reckon that makes you a poet :D
I really liked the imagery in the first two lines, it really set the scene nicely.
Looking forward to seeing more writing from you!