O my gosh! Tomorrow is the final day of this year's November challenge, and yesterday's post seems to just be sucking comments into the poetic black hole of this blog. I'm not sure why, but every time I've been in Ohio this month, this blog has self-destructed. (For instance, I drove from my home in Georgia to Ohio and back--with a little Marion's Pizza and sleep mixed in--between the Day 28 and Day 29 prompts and poems.) Hopefully, now that I'm back in Georgia, the blog will work.

For today's prompt, I want you to pick a number, make that number the title of your poem, and write a poem. The number could be your favorite number, a lucky number, an unlucky number, a number with some significance (for instance, years jump to mind), or whatever.

Here's my attempt for the day (on less than 4 hours of sleep, no less):

"Huit"

"Burn like something burning, something yearning."
We throw our hands up and raise our voices
into the night sky, our hearts discerning,
"Burn like something burning, something yearning."
We watch the sun around which we're turning
and let our hands fall and feel our choices
burn. Like something burning, something yearning,
we throw our hands up and raise our voices,

"We won't apologize for our choices,
whether we were in the right or the wrong"
for our hearts beat without wild invoices.
We won't apologize for our choices;
instead, we raise our hands and our voices
in our loud chant that burns into a song:
"We won't apologize for our choices,
whether we were in the right or the wrong."

*****

The poem above is comprised of two triolets. If you're interested in learning about this or other poetic forms, click here to check some poetic forms out for free.

Sunday, November 29, 2009 4:22:02 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)    Comments [51]