The prompt from http://readwritepoem.org/ this week is to basically write a poem not using familiar elements from your work. In other words, break out of the pattern to see what comes forth. Instead of being systematic, I am going to be more instinctual about it to see what comes. I love this idea and may try it on an ongoing basis as a way to refresh my writing. Here goes my experiment!
In the City
In the city, he tries to come clean
get lost in all the noise,
the cacophony like a Greek chorus
gone mad.
The shoosh of the subway
slides into the station,
her whispers remain against his ear
her voice like the whip of a flag
waving over a foreign territory.
Her body lying still, covers her thoughts
like a soft sand.
He finds his way up the stairs,
the buildings stare down at him
like sentinels guarding some secret
of a lost age.
How huge and small he feels
as he finds his way among the dead
faces, he's never felt more awake
or more
singular.
A clogged artery
the dog that barks at night
the sidewalk has failed.
