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Proust’s Questionnaire

 They found her in repose underneath the rose Eating chocolate trifle layer cake and smoking cigarettes  (The one thing she said she had the most regrets) A book upon her chest, Margaret Atwood’s best Muttering away ok ok ok it’s ok everything’s going to be ok There was nothing more to say She was exhausted by the war and all the people  she deplored, narcissists, and self-made bores First responders could not revive her But she looked peaceful there, in her garden by the sea (Although having answered some questions truthfully  on Proust’s test, she had lied about the rest). Proust’s Questionnaire write a poem based on the “Proust Questionnaire,” a set of questions drawn from Victorian-era parlor games, and adapted by modern interviewers. The Interview  What is your idea of perfect happiness? To have good friends a home and surrounded by nature  What is your greatest fear? War What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? Laziness  What is the trait you most deplore in others? Narci
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Happy Birthday William Shakespeare

Age cannot wither him, nor custom stale It is the Bard’s birthday After 460 years his stories  are still being told He never grows old Pure gold! write a poem that begins with a line from another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. Antony and Cleopatra
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super poet

 Took the moon, the tide,  threw a lasso around the sky  cast a spell was a lovely ride  through the countryside  of a poet’s dream. write a poem about, or involving, a superhero, taking your inspiration from four poems in which Lucille Clifton addresses Clark Kent/Superman.
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Rhyme vs free verse

 unrehearsed  it was a given  words  flew between them the struggle was real Rhyme said But I am rhyme ! Free verse said I’m a bird I can fly !  Was there any question  was there any doubt Rhyme was stronger but it couldn’t contain the freebird of poetry. write a poem in which two things have a fight. Two very unlikely things, if you can manage it.
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Wild rose

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Dusty rose dreaming

~ inspired by a poem written by my friend, the late painter/poet Chris Nancarrow Dusty rose powdered like city girls she wrote of the wild rose that grows along the gravel road  winding up her windows and following the Esso truck A painter would know the wild rose colour  by heart I suppose to mix in her palette  the rose covered cottage, the pink budding blooming perpetually, reflected  in rose coloured glasses, the same hue as the quince jelly lining the pantry shelf come September, and the prize ribbon  winning raspberry jam too. That colour of morning, soft rose on the horizon Summer shimmering, rosy dawn slowly rising. write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color.
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