Tuesday, April 07, 2009

A Poem a Day #7

Today is our first "Two for Tuesday" prompt of the month. On these days, I offer two prompts. Don't worry: You don't need to write a poem for each prompt (but you're more than welcome to if you feel up to the challenge).

Prompt #1: I want you to write a clean poem. Take this however you wish. Clean language, clean subject matter, or cleaning the dishes. Of course, some twisted few will automatically link "cleaning" with hired hitmen. That's okay, as long as your poem is somehow linked to clean.

A Real Woman Does

each and everyday
run the vacuum
clean the floors
on your knees
laundry basket
always is empty
clean the dishes
right after dinner
dust the furniture
morning and night

Prompt #2: I want you to write a dirty poem. Take all that stuff I wrote in the first prompt and twist it upside down. The opposite of clean is dirty; so, do what ya gotta do to produce a dirty poem. (Gosh, I hope this challenge doesn't get too messy as a result.)

Down on the Farm

Warm cow manure squished
between bare toes
mud crusted
knees and elbows
twigs leaves brambles
tangled wind blown hair
dirt caked fingers
black moon fingernails
ripped shorts
sweat covered t-shirt
squished grasshopper in pocket.

A Poem a Day at Poetic Asides


  1. Two great poems. I just love coming here.

  2. Nessa~you have out done yourself!
    I am not sure which I like best!

  3. WELL! I guess I just found out that I am not so much a WOMAN as a farm hand!!! I much preferred the dirty poem! LOL!

  4. Wonderful play of words!
    You churn them so well. :)

  5. Dr. John: I glad you like it here.

    Noe Noe: Thank-you so much.

    Actonbell: Thanks.

    Melli: You and me both.

    Indrani: I like the idea of churning.

  6. I think that first poem is unexpectedly bleak and powerful.
    Then again, I hate housework.

  7. Hey .. May I add 'blog hop' and 'visit cyber friends' to 'A Real Women Does'?
    Great poems, Nessa.

  8. The warm cow manure between bare toes cracked me up! I can still remember ...
    I'm not a poet myself, but you do great on these!

  9. Weirsdo: A poem of personal trauma. I, unfortunately, am not a "real" woman.

    Blossom: Now, those are the true traits of a real woman.

    Jientje: No better feeling than fresh cow patties; D

  10. Since I am not married and don't have a woman around to do the things in the first poem my house would not count as "clean"

    I love the imagery in the second form although for me it would have been pig manure. j

  11. Jay: I understand pigs are very clean, so I gues their poopy is ok.

    Doug: That was last week; D

  12. LOVE both of these! But alas, I am not a REAL woman - he,he,he!

  13. great stuff. the second one sounds like more fun to me

  14. Carletta: I wouldn't want to be.

    Juliana: Most definitely!