Today’s Prompt is to write a “good for nothing” poem:
Good for Nothing
by Beth Weaver-Kreider
This poem has not practiced its lines,
it hasn’t memorized the tricky bits,
it doesn’t know the plot shifts.
This poem might be good for something,
but more likely it’s a time-waster.
More likely, it’s just addlepated.
This poem knows it isn’t going anywhere.
It knows it’s got a short shelf life,
so it will just take this country minute
to saunter into the middle of the room
and bow, and tell the only story it knows:
about the poem that has not practiced its lines.
“When Tolkien needed someone to place in the face of the great rising evil in his story, he chose the small ones. You and I are the small ones, friends. Let’s join hands and stand together. Let’s work together, speak together, sing and whisper and shout together.” —EWK
“We have been to the moon, we have charted the depths of the ocean and the heart of the atom, but we have a fear of looking inward to ourselves because we sense that is where all the contradictions flow together.” —Terence McKenna
“I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.” —Audre Lorde
“Don’t operate out of fear, operate out of hope. Because with hope, everything is possible.” —Winona LaDuke
Our deepest fears are like dragons
guarding our deepest treasure.
—Rainer Maria Rilke
by Barbara Crooker
Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not
despair. Praise what little there’s left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadow
of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer. Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet. Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple. Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.
“Look at everything
as though you were seeing it
either for the first or last time.
Then your time on earth will be filled with glory.”
3. The bravado of the Fool
4. The wildness of crows
5. Reminders to be true to myself
May we walk in Beauty!