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Horizon Line: Poetry Prompt

By Heather Eure 27 Comments

horizon-line-poetry-promptThere’s much to be said about what lies beyond the narrow strand of a horizon. What about the delineation that makes it so? The horizon line. In Billy Collins’ poem, he describes the potential and possibilities awakened by a simple narrow band:

Horizon

You can use the brush of a Japanese monk
or a pencil stub from a race track.

As long as you draw the line a third
the way up from the bottom of the page,

the effect is the same: the world suddenly
divided into its elemental realms.

A moment ago there was only a piece of paper.
Now there is earth and sky, sky and sea.

You were sitting alone in a small room.
Now you are walking into the heat of a vast desert

or standing on the ledge of a winter beach
watching the light on the water, light in the air.

—by Billy Collins

Try It: Horizon Line Poetry

Go find a sheet of paper. Any will do. Grab a pen, pencil, or a monk’s paintbrush and draw a line just as the Collins poem suggests. Look at the line you’ve drawn. Write a poem about this horizon. Where is it? Describe the landscape. What does this horizon represent?
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Featured Poem

Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s form-themed poetry prompt. Here is a recent poem from Monica we enjoyed.

Global traveler, make the horizon
your aim, though mountains break the horizon.

Whether in eighty days or hours, see through it;
don’t make it opaque, the horizon.

Like Passepartout, keep your own time
whenever you overtake the horizon.

Like Aouda, remember the past,
the present, the future ache her eye’s on.

And I, like Phileas, walk with a posture
and attitude that can remake the horizon.

—by Monica Sharman

Photo by Patrick Jonas. Creative Commons via Flickr.

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Heather Eure has served as the Poetry Editor for the late Burnside Collective and Special Projects Editor for us at Tweetspeak Poetry. Her poems have appeared at Every Day Poems. Her wit has appeared just about everywhere she's ever showed up, and if you're lucky you were there to hear it.
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  1. Rick Maxson says

    January 30, 2017 at 6:21 pm

    Monica, I love your featured poem so much that I wish it were mine, but it is not. 🙂

    Heather, can you change the author, please. I will be content that it was virtually mine for a short while.

    I will try and come up with one this week.

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      January 31, 2017 at 11:06 pm

      Haha! I’ll see what I can do, Rick but I think Monica’s fingerprints are all over it. 🙂

      Reply
  2. Laura Lynn Brown says

    January 30, 2017 at 9:51 pm

    Horizon / her eye’s on. Love it.

    Reply
    • Monica Sharman says

      January 31, 2017 at 1:29 pm

      Made my day, Laura.

      Reply
  3. Rick Maxson says

    January 31, 2017 at 6:02 am

    On the Horizon

    Yesterday as the last light went
    over the tree-ragged line of mountain
    it was the color of Oleander,
    marching a familiar season
    across the sky. The ruled lines

    of a notebook—each another blue day
    set on a course—I crossed in a flight
    of letters, like the rolling of finches,
    to describe how the flowers rose
    once again in pink rows over the world.

    These were the petals set in gun barrels,
    flourishing in the Winter air, from a Summer
    fifty years ago, and flowers from a desert
    Spring of justice,—cacophonous cordons
    of color ascending from silence.

    There is no other line but this for now,
    standing on the brink of a mountain,
    in the bouquet of morning and evening.
    The past, the present, and the future,
    in one breath, assembled for a shout.

    Reply
    • Monica Sharman says

      January 31, 2017 at 1:31 pm

      “The ruled lines
      of a notebook—each another blue day”

      Rick, I will never look at college-ruled paper the same way again!

      Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      January 31, 2017 at 11:14 pm

      What a good poem, Rick. Among your thought-provoking words, the passage “the tree-ragged line of mountain” settled in my brain, and painted.

      Reply
    • Elizabeth W. Marshall says

      February 3, 2017 at 4:09 pm

      The petals set in gun barrels…
      love the sound of this. Richard a very good poem. I like the last line a lot, as I am more and more mindful of how important the last lines in fact are. I like the phrase, you stuck the landing. I think you stuck the landing, friend.
      Bravo

      Reply
    • Rick Maxson says

      February 5, 2017 at 3:43 pm

      Thank you Monica, Heather and Elizabeth.

      Reply
  4. Monica Sharman says

    January 31, 2017 at 1:28 pm

    I did what you said, Mr. Collins, three times, the first
    on Mead Académie tracing paper with my best
    mechanical pencil, the lead peeking two clicks out.
    I kept the page in portrait orientation—
    no need to give all that nebulous translucence
    too much azimuth. This sheet is nine by twelve,
    so I measured four inches up and drew the line
    but didn’t stop there. I lifted the bottom corner,
    giving space for my fingers to sidle up the other
    side of the page. The lines on the insides
    of my knuckles and palms became branches,
    the fingers a tree.

    The second horizon: purple-infused black ink on white.
    This time, the sheet was opaque and I was okay
    with turning it landscape. And this time I guessed,
    didn’t measure the third with a ruler. The scene
    turned out to be the same sunset I drew
    over and over as a kid: on the left, some curves
    for the edge of an island. A single palm tree leaning.
    The standard three coconuts under its four
    coarsely serrated leaves. To the right, the sun,
    its upper curve balanced on water. Where each end
    of the curve meets the ocean: the sunset’s reflection,
    squiggly lines getting farther apart as they come
    to the viewer, enclosing a silhouette-sailboat.

    For the third one: a precut square origami sheet
    preprinted, no kidding, with overlapping waves.
    I meant to find the most vibrant Prismacolor
    marker. Instead, I made the horizon
    by folding a crease in the waves.

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      January 31, 2017 at 11:16 pm

      I used to draw the same kind of islands, Monica.
      Love the addition of the crease.

      Reply
    • Rick Maxson says

      February 5, 2017 at 3:49 pm

      “sidle up the other/side” Nice one!

      Reply
  5. Prasanta says

    January 31, 2017 at 1:29 pm

    Horizon

    If you draw a line there
    and I draw a line here
    what do we draw beneath and above ourselves?

    Are we walking toward the same inimitable sunset?
    If you put a tree there, and I put one here
    can we rest under the same shade?

    We see one other, walking in parallel—
    is the chasm between us too wide
    for our hands to reach?

    When younger, the horizon is golden,
    untainted, glorious, magical, wondrous,
    the world not pinned down by lines.

    The future blooms with promises,
    an iridescent and resplendent hope,
    even the shadows of sunlight are brilliance.

    In the passage of time, walking onward,
    we wrinkle; wisdom teaches us
    the length of a flower’s breath.

    The journey is boisterous and silent,
    bounteous and deserted, brimming and solitary,
    bewildering and illuminating, beauteous and somber.

    Paradoxical, like rust requiring oxygen,
    treading at night reveals fullness of day;
    painful feet make us cognizant of joy.

    This pilgrimage toward the horizon,
    this sojourn toward a red and amber sky—
    it shapes, molds, burns, instructs.

    One thing is certain, only this I see—
    the mystery is staggering, overwhelming—
    will you walk with me?

    If I draw a line here, and you draw a line there,
    we still breathe the same air—
    can we meet on the road, somewhere?

    Reply
    • L.L. Barkat says

      January 31, 2017 at 3:19 pm

      You have grist for several poems here, Prasanta. 🙂 And, much language that feels wonderful in the mouth.

      If I were revising (and I realize I’m not ;-)), I would keep some of the first stantzas and the last stanza and change some of the question marks to periods—because there is incredible power in what is being said in parts of this, and I’d want to free that.

      Reply
      • Prasanta says

        January 31, 2017 at 4:55 pm

        Revisions and suggestions are most welcome! Thank you. 🙂

        You are right- too many ideas going on here! I’m glad you pointed out the question marks. I divided this up into three ideas, based on your suggestions:

        Horizon: Drawing Lines

        If you draw a line there
        And I draw a line here
        What do we draw beneath and above ourselves

        Are we walking toward the same inimitable sunset
        If you put a tree there, and I put a tree here
        Can we rest under the same shade

        We see one other, walking in parallel
        Is the chasm between us too wide
        For our hands to reach

        If I draw a line here, and you draw a line there,
        We still breathe the same air—
        I wonder, can we meet on the road, somewhere.

        Horizon: A Perspective

        When young, the horizon is golden
        untainted, glorious, magical, wondrous
        the world not pinned down by lines.

        Future blooms with promise
        an iridescent and resplendent hope—
        even the shadows of sunlight are brilliance.

        In the passage of time, walking onward,
        we wrinkle; wisdom teaches us
        the length of a flower’s breath.

        Horizon: A Paradox

        The journey is boisterous and silent,
        bounteous and deserted, brimming and solitary,
        bewildering and illuminating, beauteous and somber.

        Paradoxical, like rust requiring oxygen;
        treading at night reveals fullness of day—
        painful feet make us cognizant of joy.

        This pilgrimage toward the horizon,
        this sojourn toward a red and amber sky—
        it shapes, molds, burns, instructs.

        One thing is certain, only this I see,
        the mystery is staggering, overwhelming—
        I wonder, will you walk with me.

        Reply
        • L.L. Barkat says

          January 31, 2017 at 8:37 pm

          Love how you put these into their respective poems. Yes, this works! 🙂

          Reply
        • Heather Eure says

          January 31, 2017 at 11:19 pm

          Delightful, Prasanta!

          Reply
          • Prasanta says

            February 5, 2017 at 8:03 pm

            Thank you, L.L. and Heather!

        • Rick Maxson says

          February 5, 2017 at 3:54 pm

          “wisdom teaches us
          the length of a flower’s breath.”

          This is a beautiful image, Prasanta. It reminds me of the last stanza in cummings’s “If I love You.”

          “if we love each (shyly)
          other, what clouds do or Silently
          Flowers resembles beauty
          less than our breathing”

          Reply
          • Prasanta says

            February 5, 2017 at 8:05 pm

            Thank you, Rick. That is a lovely stanza from e.e. cummings – I appreciate you mentioning it. I looked up that poem and a few more of his.

  6. Monica Sharman says

    January 31, 2017 at 1:32 pm

    Thanks for featuring my poem! It was my first try at a ghazal (which is why I chose that form over the other suggestions listed).

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      January 31, 2017 at 11:20 pm

      Your rebellion paid off, Monica. 🙂

      Reply
  7. Elizabeth W. Marshall says

    February 3, 2017 at 3:48 pm

    Monica, your poem is rich and wondrous. And you mark your art well. It is very Monica and that is a good good thing indeed.

    Reply
  8. Elizabeth W. Marshall says

    February 3, 2017 at 4:05 pm

    Love Lost

    I waited on the other side of white
    Promises made forced my hand

    Lost on a black diamond slope
    Of vertical horizontals

    Tall timber tree lines
    Muted, made invisible

    Horizontal verticals
    Lay me down, love’s vertigo returns

    The way is short
    For the knowing

    Endless for the lost
    In white-out, quiet deafens

    All indicators are void
    On a monochromatic plane

    We stopped speaking in technicolor tones
    love, long ago

    The ice is melting now
    I see ecru and eggshell

    Color returning
    My cheeks blush with new love

    Reply
  9. Robbie Pruitt says

    February 3, 2017 at 6:39 pm

    Out on the Horizon

    Out on the horizon
    beyond light’s bend
    and the water’s end
    all will transcend

    © February 3, 2017, Robbie Pruitt

    Reply
  10. Katie says

    April 5, 2018 at 12:01 am

    dawn, dusk
    peek over me
    increasingly brighter
    then dimmer, dimmer, out of sight
    day, night

    Reply
  11. Katie says

    April 5, 2018 at 12:05 am

    earth and sky meeting
    intersecting in a line
    edge of two half spheres

    Reply

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