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NPM2009: Prompt 30

April 30th, 2009 · 3 Comments

The end of the path along Redhill/Storeton
Creative Commons License photo credit: jimmedia

There is something up this hill and around that corner.  I’ve no clue what it might be.  Let’s go see.

Tags: Poetry · Writing

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  • Kevin Hodgson // Apr 30th 2009 at 4:08 am

    (Bud — thanks for the opportunity to be inspired every day with the pictures and prompts. I’ll see you soon in Denver … Kevin)

    The Path into Poems

    The path here has become overgrown –
    not with detritus and debris –
    but with imagination and memories
    which gently brush across my face as I walk it.

    My pockets overflow with words and images and the sound
    of my voice pushing back the limbs
    in an effort to unveil some small thumbnail
    of insight
    as I travel along this trail left by others
    yet seemingly created just for me.

    Thirty days have rushed past and if one were to say
    that a poem a day is just too much to even consider,
    I might reply that poems are food to nourish the soul
    and how could you not go thirty days
    without a poem falling from your mind
    into your outstretched hands?

    Everyone slips into poetry in those moments
    before sleep overtakes you and the stories of the day
    fill your mind with the rhythm of the hours,
    but only some of us put the reflective points down with pen
    and ink and think of it as poetry;
    Most of us just live it and forget it
    and refuse to believe that poetry exists.

    Here, on this path that has led me into the deep thickets
    and out into the open plains,
    and everywhere in-between,
    I kick at the stones,
    pausing to consider the world buried beneath,
    slowing down the fast rush of the day
    in order to breathe in a single, silent moment
    so I can wonder what words will capture my thoughts
    today.

    Listen to the poem: http://www.box.net/shared/static/ti15h68tj9.mp3

    Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..Free Comics for you!

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  • Ken Allan // Apr 30th 2009 at 5:59 am

    From a house with many windows
    High up on Nowhere Street
    We see a worldly picture:
    Seasons mark the beat.

    Shapes go by at dawn,
    Calling fills their day;
    Shapes go by at evening,
    Last light folds away.

    We see the picture change:
    Climate marks the beat.
    Chrome peels from the trim
    On cars that line the street.

    From a house with many windows
    We watch the skyline grow:
    Builders put up buildings
    Row on row.

    Sky becomes much smaller,
    Builders mark the beat.
    Chrome peels from the trim
    On cars that line the street.

    Shapes go by at dawn,
    Calling fills their day;
    Shapes go by at evening,
    Last light folds away.

    Ken Allans last blog post..A Giant Programmable Computer

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  • Jennifer Gossard // May 1st 2009 at 8:34 pm

    Thanks for the inspirational prompts. It has been fun to watch the month unfold.

    Up the hill and around the corner….
    Life is like this path set before you,
    You do not know what a waits
    For you,
    Up the hill and around the corner..
    You do not know what fate
    Has in store for you
    Up the hill and around the corner….
    Is it full of wonder or sorrow,
    You need a little hope and
    a little faith to go,
    Up the hill and around the corner.

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