Official Prompt:
This prompt challenges you to play around with the idea of overheard language. First, take a look at Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem “One Boy Told Me.” It’s delightfully quirky, and reads as a list, more or less, of things that she’s heard the boy of the title – her son, perhaps? – say. Now, write a poem that takes as its starting point something overheard that made you laugh, or something someone told you once that struck you as funny. If you can’t think of anything, here’s a few one-liners I picked out of the ever-fascinating-slash-horrifying archives of Overheard in New York.
• So I asked my priest, and he said “I think you should see other people.”
• Don’t say “no” to drugs. Say “no, thank you.”
• You smell like you want to be alone.
• Oh hi! We were just speaking very poorly about you!
• I feel so elated! Wait…no, I mean, “violated.”
My prompt:
Today, I would like you to try and write an ode to something you own that you use constantly. It could be anything from a pen to your computer. A good example of the form is Carrie Etter’s “Ode to my Leopard-Print Coat”.
Lucky Dip:
Regret
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