The Swampland Poets
For Thursday Think Tank prompt: Weird
These are our instructions:
Have you ever read a poem that was just weird, something that may only make sense to the poet themselves, something so strange you just have to read it a couple times over? Have you ever looked at a painting and thought what on earth is that? We are looking for the abstract and odd today. Let loose your pen and follow no rules. Poetry and prose already violate the supposed rules of writing now we want you to take it even further.
Write what weirdness comes to mind first. Take your everyday life and what sits right in front of you and turn it inside out. Play with words and things that do not belong together. Place alligators at tea parties and make oranges green. Make books edible after you have finished reading them and let fish talk.
Unleash your inner Picasso, Andy Warhol, Tim Burton or Salvador Dali and give us your strange. This is an exercise in creativity and should be fairly simple. The beauty of this idea is as writers we know it won’t make sense and really don’t care.
This should be a fun adventure and we can’t wait to have you share with us your penned oddities.
The Swampland Poets
Well, the alligators came,
but were really lame musicians,
preferring verse created from
purses and shoes of different
dyed hues and sizes. Refused
band stand, wanting only sand,
tall weeds from which to feed their
burgeoning need for weird poetry.
And weird it was. One old grump
just sat and harrumphed his way
through spotty mess of vegetable
soup, while building a coop to contain
his elderly bride who demanded she
be able to ride side-saddle.
Five or seven addled mice could not
find right place to sit because all chairs
were uncomfortable fit, airy affairs
meant to suit gators in rough hewn
waders, held up by suspension bridges
with striped ridges in purple and brown.
Yet, they still crowned a gazelle for her
pink lace tutu, and shy pretty turtle
for her spandex girdle, who thought
to spout wordles of rhyme that chimed
in her teeth, as she stood beneath a big
black umbrella. While I, alas, was awarded
first last place (of which there were
Elizabeth Crawford 12/2/10
Note: Nonsense fun is still more fun, than any other.