For Poets United Thursday Think Tank prompt #58: Nighttime
Poet at 2 A.M.
Nighttime becomes a flight
of fanciful dreaming. Scheming
plans to form face of tomorrow
Some grow pale at thought
of veil of silence, thick as brick
boundaries that can’t be scaled.
Imagined wails of distress, echoes
from fearful childhood.
Instead, might wrap head round
reality of godlike pleasure in bending
shadows to form words, verbs
that arc through darkness, calling out
for life to finally emerge.
Elizabeth Crawford 7/21/11
Process Notes: Had pretty much decided not to do this prompt because everything that started forming in my head sounded clunky and rather dull. Changed course and went to respond to comments on another of my blog sites. Happened on a comment from Mike Patrick about something I had told him about Hip-Hop Poetry and following the sounds, rather than the rules. This poem was a direct result of listening to my own advice. Imagine that! And thank you Mike for reminding me and pointing out a path that has worked well in the past. This is what I was originally trying to say, but forgot to listen.