Note: This is another poem that I generated during Collins Writing Conference poetry workshop. The prompt was to write a five-line poem where each line could be a separate poem. The five lines also should represent the world, or your world, or both. So, of course, I included a musical reference. The rest was just stuff that came off the top of my head.
This is what I wrote in class.
That baby crying will never stop.
Perhaps the tree heard its friend fall.
When was the last time I did something for the first time?
Paul Simon sang about the moon rising over an empty field.
It is quiet here.
That baby crying will never stop.
Perhaps the wind has no answers.
When was the first time I did something for the last time?
Neil Young sang give me things that don’t get lost.
It is loud here.
That baby crying will never stop.
Perhaps the sun doesn’t care to rise.
How many more times will I have to do this?
James Taylor sang about sunny days that he thought would never end.
It is hot here.
That baby crying will never stop.
Perhaps the bird sings for no one.
How much time do I have left?
Bob Dylan sang behind every beautiful thing there’s some
kind of pain.
It is cold here.
