I'm thrilled to be hosting Poetry Friday on a day when my poetry sisters and I are sharing the results of a monthly challenge. This month we played a game called Exquisite Corpse. Here's a bit about it:
Exquisite Corpse is a game developed by surrealist writers in the 1920s. The game lets you randomly create combinations of words which your own intelligence often finds meaning in. (The name of the game is one of the first images the inventors created by playing it.)
This month, odd one out, running short on days and sleep, (Liz)This month, past meets pride, roots ripped from native soil still somehow grow. (Tanita)The once-bright future dims. Shadows grow (Kelly)But there, near canyon rim, in broken light (Sara)the yearling hawk shrieked in futile fury (Andi)and the steel-edged clouds looked away (Laura)trees bow and bend on a blustery day (Tricia)that rattles old oak leaves down the street. (Mary Lee)
I'm rounding things up old school today, so leave your link in the comments and I'll add you to the post. Happy Poetry Friday all!
Original Works (Poems, Videos, Photos, etc.)
If you didn't see the links above, you can check out the Exquisite Corpse poems written by my poetry sisters here:
- Tanita Davis
- Mary Lee Hahn shares a poem entitled This Month.
- Sara Lewis Holmes shares a poem entitled Odd One Out.
- Kelly Ramsdell shares a poem entitled This Month.
- Laura Purdie Salas shares a poem entitled One Egg.
- Liz Garton Scanlon shares a poem entitled Passing the Torch.
- Andi Sibley shares a poem entitled Maintaining.