Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Something Ordinary

We are surrounded most of the time by ordinary things.  Mostly we hardly notice them—and that is what makes them ordinary.

Denver, Colorado, USA
This is Peggy from Southern California. This week I want you to choose one of the ordinary things around you and write about it. Look at this ordinary thing or scene in detail and notice what is there.  Is there some unexpected beauty in its design or the way it fits in with its surroundings? Perhaps by doing this you can make it something extraordinary. 
Yunnan Province, China

It will be interesting to see what we all think of as ordinary. What is one person’s ordinary may be someone else’s out of the ordinary.
Nkandla, South Africa

As time passes, what is ordinary now may change. Things like bustles, bound feet and corsets may have been quite ordinary at some times and places.  If you write a poem about an ordinary room or house today, someone reading your poem in 200 years may find it all quite unusual.

Several ordinary things in this photo of an American living room.

You might even choose to go back in time or to another place and write about what is ordinary then or there.

Lots of possibilities here.

Please post your new poem and link it using Mr. Linky below. 

Peggy Goetz

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Trash or Treasure?

One man's trash is another man's treasure. ~ A line from the poem Garage Sale by poet Tom Zart

My parent's dog, Max, relishing Mom's clothes
My sister and I have spent quite a bit of time going through my mom's FOUR closets of clothes, shoes, purses, etc. Of course, one of the closets used to belong to my sister (Sis), and two belonged to me (I'm the youngest, so when Sis moved out, I moved into her old bedroom); but for the past 25 plus years, they belonged to Mom. Behind all the clothes, Sis and I have both found something of importance from our childhood. It's been quite a roller-coaster ride.

The funny thing is that I'm more sentimental than Sis, so I pile things up I want to keep and she just wants to give it all to Goodwill.

Trash or treasure?

Which brings me to the topic for this week: Think of something that was trash/junk to you and a treasure to someone else, or vice versa-- someone else's trash/junk as your treasure. Write a poem about the experience.

Farmer's Market, Des Moines, Iowa

You might even want to make it into a list poem.

Of course, you can just write a poem about trash, or a poem about treasure

Post your new poem to Mr. Linky and visit the others who have done the same. I can't wait to read everyone's offering!

*All photos belong to me (L. Kolp)

Tuesday, July 15, 2014


Life is full of surprises, good or bad, things we never thought would occur.

So this week I'd like you to write a poem about unexpected.

This could be an unexpected visit, present or offer. You might want to write about an unexpected object, person, feeling or situation.

Something, or someone, unexpected could be a good or a bad thing or a situation that seems one way at first but is ultimately different from what we anticipated. Just let your memory or inspiration lead you into unexpected waters.

"…to approach the stranger
Is to invite the unexpected, release a new force,
Or let the genie out of the bottle.
It is to start a train of events
Beyond your control…"

T.S. Eliot (The Cocktail Party)

Don’t Hesitate

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,
don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty
of lives and whole towns destroyed or about
to be. We are not wise, and not very often
kind. And much can never be redeemed.
Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this
is its way of fighting back, that sometimes
something happens better than all the riches
or power in the world. It could be anything,
but very likely you notice it in the instant
when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the
case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid
of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.

—Mary Oliver

After writing your poem, post your link below. And in the spirit of community, visit others as well.