I love to do these: Come up with a list of words, any words, and then make yourself write something incorporating those words. It’s just about the only poetry I write anymore. My endeavor tonight?
invite
painstaking
pitchfork
giraffe
bottle
raisin
sterile
and the poem is…
no one invited me here,
an unwelcome giraffe
constantly craning for just a raisin of reason
a drop of rebellious dung in this sterile bottle
they call civilization
every movement of mine is painstaking
and i’m staking my claim
i’ve got a pitchfork and i’m not afraid to use it
not afraid of shattering your reality
to build my own, and i’ll use the broken pieces
as compost, for a fertile new beginning
for a ground i’ll be proud to walk on