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  • September 14th, 2009 | 10:10 AM
Monday Poetry Stretch - Prefix Poetry

For a long time now, Tricia at Miss Rumphius Effect, has posted a Monday poetry stretch. I've always read them and wanted to get invovlved but then I would get sidetracked. I've decided to treat them like Laura's Photo Poetry posts, as a warm-up for the rest of the day. I finally did one today. The challenge was a prefix poem. I keep reminding myself that revision fixes many things. But here is the first version.


I am not
not often enough
to be confused
with the lady on the corner
who gives homes
to lost kittens and birds with broken wings
bakes cookies for the homeless
and knits tiny blankets for dying
fetal alcohol babies who
can't stop crying
but I have my good days
and everyone knows that
too much sugar rots your teeth

makes my skin itch
panty hose is cruel
putting on a skin
two sizes too small
is someone's idea of fun?
give me bare feet
painted pointed toes
tank tops and worn jeans
the perfect outfit
for the dirt runway
on the way to the garden ball

sometimes won't sprout
until after a time of great disturbance
like fire
they need the pain to force
the beauty to the surface
without the pain
the beauty that might be
remains hidden
much like the pieces of me
the rest of the world sees
in all I've overcome
to find myself
when I least expect it

Susan Taylor Brown, all rights reserved

There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


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September 14th, 2009 05:48 pm (UTC)
Very nice, all three of them!
September 14th, 2009 10:09 pm (UTC)
Thanks. It was a fun challenge.
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September 15th, 2009 06:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
September 15th, 2009 01:06 am (UTC)
Beautiful. I'll be thinking of this the next time I go off to my own "garden ball."
September 15th, 2009 06:57 pm (UTC)
I love the image of you travling down the path to your own garden ball. :)
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September 15th, 2009 06:57 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah, more than a little intimidating! But lots of fun.
September 16th, 2009 10:17 am (UTC)
Hurrah! I'm so glad you finally to play. I love the wildflower stanza, especially "sometimes won't sprout/until after a time of great disturbance/
like fire." I feel that way a lot these days. I also love the notion of a garden ball.
September 18th, 2009 04:12 am (UTC)
Thank you, Tricia. I'm going back through your old stretches now and will use them for some Poetry Friday posts for a while.
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

Susan Taylor Brown

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