Promptly, poetry! Laura Shovan’s February gift.

Each year poet Laura Shovan plays with words and poem-making,
by sharing prompts, catalysts for creativity with words.

This year photographic images are the wardrobe door into idea spinning.
(And we are all spinning about Laura’s forthcoming novel in verse.)

Today’s photo is one I snapped in Washington, D.C., in the tunnel
between the Library of Congress buildings.

I’m pleased to have this response to the photo prompt,
from poet Charles Waters, via Laura Shovan.

Day 23

MAIL BAG
My pouch is bundled with news,
thoughts, sweepstakes, prayers
that I can’t wait to share.
c. Charles Waters

. . .
Another look at it –

Bin binge
by Jan Godown Annino

O what treats
what treatises
treasure maps
photographs

poems
ballads
rhymes

cartoons
stories
picturebooks

babbling brooks

have been rollin’
in this underground
river of words.
© 2016 Jan Godown Annino

c.JanGodownAnnino

c.JanGodownAnnino

This traveling photo prompt party would be pleased to have your thoughts, lines or even poems.
Share here in comments.
Or at Laura’s blog (the link is in the first line of this post, above. And there is another link, below.)

Or via your own blog, with a link to your blog left in comments here.

And you can do this any time.
Or use the prompts but keep your results to yourself.
That’s mighty fine, too.

If you are joining recently here’s Laura’s intro.

And here is the way the found poems went last week –
Week Three

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16 thoughts on “Promptly, poetry! Laura Shovan’s February gift.

  1. Pingback: 2016 Found Object Poem Project: Day 23 | Laura Shovan

  2. Jan, your thoughts on this photo are an amazing departure from a static photo to deeper thought. From a long stretching tunnel to the treasures of the mind you led me. I was in the underground tunnels in DC and must admit I never saw that intriguing cart. I probably would have peeked into the bin. You let me peek into your bin today. Thank you. I am still searching for the words to accompany this prompt.

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  3. Thanks for hosting today!

    Day 23

    Comparable Contents

    Conestoga wagon
    Off to win the west
    Library of Congress
    Whoops! I just digressed…

    Conestoga wagon
    Rumbles prairie road
    Copyrighting Office
    Whoops! A different load…

    Conestoga wagon or
    Library of Congress bin
    Both with precious contents
    Stacked with care within.

    Moving on four sturdy wheels
    Sporting canvas sides,
    Destination places where
    Opportunities reside.

    ©2016, Donna JT Smith, 2016

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  4. Thanks for hosting today Jan, and for that picture that has me wondering! Your poem touches on mine, but I like yours because it’s much more positive. You make it fun to discover what’s in there!

    Here’s mind for Day 23

    Bureaucracy In The Back Hall

    This is the workload headed for the copyright office.

    This is the workload headed for the copyright office in the bin that rolls.

    This is the workload headed for the copyright office in the bin that rolls, filled with magazines and
    news articles.

    This is the workload headed for the copyright office in the bin that rolls, filled with magazines and
    news articles for employees to read and assess.

    This is the workload headed for the copyright office in the bin that rolls, filled with magazines and
    news articles for employees to read and assess, then reply to queries from those waiting
    for answers.

    This is the workload headed for the copyright office in the bin that rolls, filled with magazines and
    news articles for employees to read and assess, then reply to queries from those waiting
    for answers, which are priceless.

    This is that workload.
    Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved

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  5. I left a comment but it disappeared, will try once more. I like the possibility of discovery in your poem, Jan.

    Day 23

    Bureaucracy In The Back Hall

    This is the workload headed for the copyright office.

    This is the workload headed for the copyright office in the bin that rolls.

    This is the workload headed for the copyright office in the bin that rolls, filled with magazines and
    news articles.

    This is the workload headed for the copyright office in the bin that rolls, filled with magazines and
    news articles for employees to read and assess.

    This is the workload headed for the copyright office in the bin that rolls, filled with magazines and
    news articles for employees to read and assess, then reply to queries from those waiting
    for answers.

    This is the workload headed for the copyright office in the bin that rolls, filled with magazines and
    news articles for employees to read and assess, then reply to queries from those waiting
    for answers, which are priceless.

    This is that workload.
    Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved

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    • I am overwhelmed with the new responses & the previous ones.
      Here’s my deal this week. I am “Jumping at the Sun” as Zora Neale Hurston said.
      An opportunity has presented itself (with a deadline) & so I expect to return
      here for the joy of rereading every comment & poem & look forward to when I
      can enjoy a real conversation.

      I am also feeling deficient in experiencing the
      prompts most days. I need those boots & look forward to them the way I do to
      hauling along a bag of great books (including poetry chapbooks) to a
      vacation cottage by the sea.

      xx

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  6. Hi, Jan. It’s my first poem in days! I’m trying to get caught up.

    Ode to Book Cart
    by Laura Shovan

    In the subterranean stacks of my dreams,
    I hear your wheels click closer
    across the cement floor.
    Wait for me in the basement of the L.O.C.
    You, smelling of that rich cologne, Old Paper.
    Me, smoky-eyed and smudged with newsprint.
    I’ll dive in, wrap myself in your reams of pages,
    crack the spines of long-forgotten books,
    as you recite their charming,
    antique titles with the reverence
    one might give a love poem.

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  7. Jan, my post, Noticing and Wondering, holds my first draft poem and some thoughts on writing with students. It can be found at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2016/02/noticing-and-wondering.html. The poem is also below for copying but please paste the link to the post for background information. Thanks for hosting today.

    Rolling, rolling, rolling down the hallway.
    A long tunnel I travel
    to sort the mail-
    millions of copies of
    books,
    recordings,
    photographs,
    maps,
    and manuscripts
    fill the
    Library of Congress,
    my prestigious home.
    An important job I have.
    Take a peek.
    I’m full today.
    ©CVarsalona, 2016

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  8. What a great photo. Here’s mine:
    Books shelved at the Library of Congress
    Overwhelming abundance
    Of titles for all
    Kids and adults who cherish them like gold
    So come and visit.

    © 2016 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved

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  9. I’m trying to catch up too!

    Traffic Stop

    rolling rolling rolling
    carry me away
    it is my right to copy
    it is my right to read

    rolling rolling rolling
    with the cargo of the mind
    defend my right to congregate
    defend my right to read

    officer, please

    rolling rolling rolling
    carry me on home
    home to shelves and piles and stacks
    home to libraries

    © Heidi Mordhorst 2016

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  10. Pingback: 2016 Found Object Poem Project: Day 29 | Laura Shovan

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