Poetry 101 Rehab: Skin

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Do you miss the Writing 201: Poetry course by the Daily Post? Then join this blogging challenge, Poetry 101 Rehab, that will provide your poetry fix!

How It Works

Each Monday at 01:00 pm UTC I will publish a poetry prompt along with my response to it. You are invited to answer the prompt, twist it or ignore it; write a poem of your own or share a poem by another author.

I would love to hear about your inspiration, your creative process or other poetry related thoughts, but this is no way obligatory. Nothing is obligatory in this challenge, the idea is to get together, talk poetry and have fun!

How You Can Join

Anyone can participate, anytime you want. Publish your poetry post and add a link to it to the InLinkz link-up below my post, or share your link in a comment. Use the tag Poetry 101 Rehab, so we can find each other in the Reader.

I will act as your hostess, and I’ll be here for you to reply your comments, read your verses, like and comment. While my blog is the starting point for the challenge, do visit fellow poets in the link-up and chat to them on their blogs!

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The Prompt: Skin

Peeling the skin

Of a tangerine

Thinking if things

Can feel

 

Being skinned, ripped

Vivisected

Torn apart and

Devoured alive

This week’s prompt is SKIN. My interpretation confuses the culinary and the pathological in keeping with my penchant for the morbid. You are invited to follow your own penchants and inspirations though, be they dark or more light-hearted. What will your take on the keyword SKIN be? Blog about it in a poetry post and share your link below!

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48 comments on “Poetry 101 Rehab: Skin”

  1. Actually, a remembrance of standing beneath a waterfall, the water pouring down onto my head and bouncing off my shoulders. I believe I was in my late teens at the time, so a memory from fifty years ago. “Past Midnight”: http://wp.me/p5BCD4-7y

    Grew up in an environment in which we killed and skinned fish, poultry, and other animals for food. The thought of not killing them first . . . no, not pleasant. But I closely identify memories with the words of your poem. Evoking memories is what it’s all about, after all. Tapping into others’ emotions and pictures connected with the words. Is good.

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    1. Thank you so much for your lovely comment and a wonderful contribution in the form of a poem! I love to read about other people’s experience and memories, and this is turning out to be a great chance to do so. Thank you for joining in!

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    1. Thank you so much for stopping by! As always, it’s a pleasure to have you. Of course you can include a little story, I’d love to hear it! Sorry I didn’t get in touch earlier, I was on the go in London, so I’m catching up a bit late on all the wonderful poems and comments… Still, if you fancy adding a story to go with your poem (or maybe a prose poem!), go ahead!

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  2. Woah, that went to a completely unexpected climax. Really enjoyed your take on this promp! Made me chuckle when I first realised and then it made my stomach churn a little but that’s the power of well-written poetry, I guess!

    This time I’m sharing a poem written late at night yesterday (before knowing what the prompt was going to be) which I thought fit in nicely with the prompt. I fear it suffers, like many others written by me, for being so long, but I every time I try to edit it and make it shorter, it ends up bursting with new images. Here it is: https://trimmedwords.wordpress.com/2015/05/25/skin/

    (Also I’m kind of sad not many others have shared their poems this week yet [I thought I was late], I’ll have to check again tomorrow (: )

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    1. Thank you so much for another of your beautiful and powerful contributions to the poetry rehab! I’m sorry I took so long to read your piece – it’s not because your poem is long (and it’s not too long anyway) but because I was away in London… Now there’s a lovely poetry ride expecting me 😀 Your skill for creating strong images will never cease to amaze me.

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    1. Oh no, my browser says that your blog has been deleted by the author! I’m so sorry I didn’t manage to reply to you sooner, I do hope it didn’t discourage you – I posted a short note on my blog that I was visiting London and would be late replying comments. It’s a shame, I would have loved to read your contribution 😦

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      1. I’m not sure I got the hang of the concrete poem during Writing 201 Poetry. And then I formatted it in MS Word, saved it to PDF and then edited that graphic. ::sigh:: Yours turned out quite nicely1

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      1. Thank you, yet again, Mara, for your kind words. I stopped writing prose poems around twenty years ago and moved on to lined verse. I described the process of the transition, at the time, as being something akin to filleting fish and my first efforts were very messy, flaky and floppy. If there is any merit in my early prose poems, I owe it all to the true master of the genre–Francis Ponge–whose work I was studying and attempting to translate extensively at that time.

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    1. Glad to hear that it’s last but not least! I’m always happy to have you. Your poem is a great take on the challenge, there’s something new to learn everyday 😉

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  3. Loved your poem. Had the same thought once while biting a mango. Imagining myself being bitten by a couple of greedy teeth is certainly not appetizing. I wonder how fruits deal with it?
    Oh, and my stereotypical poem ‘Beauty???’

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