Summer is cold drinks in bottles (and silvery cans). For some, it is camping and eating straight out of the pork ‘n beans can. Summer is love. And sometimes it is the ache of lost love.
What better time to pull out a Bottled and Canned playlist and pen a poem? Check out our August Bottled & Canned songs and try your hand at a…
Choose a bottle or can (Snapple? Coca Cola? Campbell’s Chicken Soup?) and open it in a poem. How does the bottle or can feel? What does it look like? What sound does it make, and why have you chosen to open it? Are you sharing it with someone, or is this a solitude moment?
Thanks to our participants in last week’s poetry prompt. Here’s a poem we enjoyed from Donna Falcone, who tried out one of our recent prompts:
it was my first time – i
50 cents an hour
in the jar in my room
I shamelessly paraded
barefooted and bold
spill the wine
at the top
of my 12 year old lungs
and blushing their faces
as I broadcast words that meant nothing to me
because i only heard smooth tones
and a breezy beat and
felt the melty notes
sliding up my throat
on their way back into the atmosphere
Photo by Ian Mutto, Creative Commons license via Flickr.
Sometimes we feature your poems in Every Day Poems, with your permission of course. Thanks for writing with us!