One Minute Poems
brianlux
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A little exercise to stretch your creative brain cells. Set your timer/watch/iPhone- whatever- to 60 seconds and type. When ever this thread pops up, jump on it. Don't think ahead of time- just let it go. But try to think poetically and aim for some kind of ending. But when the timer goes off, that's it, you're done!
OK to correct spelling and maybe a few punctuation marks afterwords. Otherwise, leave it as it lay!
Go!
Beat, parsley, sage
My mind as a mint salad
Salivating phosphorescent gobs
Run mind run run
What time, undone
Now ended I hope at last,
Clasp fast grasp.
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.
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Alone, awash in moon glow
tindering on waves of chances
excusing the percussion of unknown
swimming used watches.
I thought I could brain storm pages in a minute, but what I wrote above is it. That minute went quick!
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Listened for sounds of the distant drummer
Which path to take
Thoreau knew
Choices get made
Ready or not
Who put the card in the spokes of life’s hamster wheel
Mistaken sounds
So, here is my second attempt in which I typed as fast as possible with no ideas at all!
It’s a race against time
60 seconds isn’t much!
Old people say life passes that way
but it never felt this fast before
Time ticking past!
the alarm rings now
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
crumbled me. I shouldn't
eat chocolate to make myself
less animated. Less affected
by rumors that I created.
How can the loss of a job
provoke such fear.
It is not life or death, but
that was easier.
To live only to live.
Wouldn't that be nice.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
whatever comes out this fine morning
it’ll Live on the page
a restful night from a school holiday
brings me joy enough to sing
but what song?
hold the ball
transfixate
make the drip drop on the floor
hold the pose
sweat break
ignore the ankle rolled
last week
you danced and here you are
the desert wind
to say good morning
the sun would never have it from her
anyway
it's like, quantum
here and not the same
shouting whispers
falling down flagpoles
warped by banners
of parades, funerals,
and everyday walking.
They see the crosswalk
to turn left and
right, they believe
they will not
be hit.
I LOVE this thread. What fun!
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird