List Poem

Poem #4 from the Waldman Exercise is a list poem:

Gold
Red
Brown
Leaves
Twisting
Turning
In the wind
Falling
Dancing
To the cold
Damp
Freezing
Ground

(February 5, 1998)

Rain

This is poem #3 of my Waldman Exercises:

Rain

Rain falls

Rain falls down

Rain falls down on me.

Rain falls down on my head.

Rain splashes

Rain splashes down

Rain splashes down on me.

Rain splashes down on my eyelashes.

Rain pours

Rain pours down

Rain pours down on me.

Rain pours and I am wet.

(February 5, 1998)

Too Much

Poem #2 from the Waldman Exercise:

Too Much

He knows too much.
He knows too much to live.
Joseph found the world was cold.
Too cold.
And he knows too much to live.
Sarah fell.
Sarah fell on the rocks.
He's a witness to this crime.
He's a witness.
And he knows too much to live.

(February 5, 1998)

Prove It!

This writing exercise says, "Write as Waldman suggests."  Now, I don't remember what that means any more.  But the next four poems are what I produced.
Poem #1 from the Waldman Exercise:

Prove It!

He ripped it.                                         

Go to bed.                  

                                   It was a terrible sight.

Throw down your clothes.          

Hot shot plus.

                                             Summer days.

Get better.              Sit by me.

Read me a story.

You're the accusation.                            

                                   Don't give up the screen.

I put my name on - Sharp.      

               All that, and I get paid too.

(February 5, 1998)

Bob

Writing Exercise #8:  Choose an item from your repertoire.  Write a history.

Bob

Electric blue
And glows-in-the-dark.
Rib bit, rib bit.
Hop, hop.
A broken toe
And a cracked eye.
He holds the keys.

My object is my key chain. His name is Bob.

(February 3, 1998)

Catagories

For this writing exercise, I was given the categories People, Places, and Things.

People:

Mother

Woman. Babies cry and crawl all over her.  Singing soothes them. Bouncing. Bouncing on knees.  Hug.  Kiss. Wave good-bye.

Places:

Home

Rumble, jumble. Scream. Shout.  It's mine!  Music blaring:  Bauhaus, Peter Murphy, and the Pixies. Don't forget the Ramones.

Things:

Buttons

Thread and needle. In out. In out.  Make a knot.

(January 29, 1998)

Improvisations and Commentary

These next few are from my writing exercise called "Improvisations and Commentary".  I wasn't really sure if the commentary part was what my professor really wanted, but that's what she got.

Improvs:

Oh, what a perfect day this would be if you were only gone.  It isn't how we play the game - it's whether or not we win.  But who cares? Nothing is in vain.  It's all for a good cause.

Cameras take pictures and take away your soul. Joey's mother's pocket has grown too small. Hop away. Tomorrow always comes for someone.  Distress is finalizing your wrinkled state of mind.  Please forgive my thoughtlessness.

School's open so come teach me something new. Exciting adventures lie around every corner.  I want to share them with you, even though your eyes are purple and say things you don't mean.  Come, join the party.

Improving, twisting, turning. Shake, dog, shake.  It's all wrong.  It's all right.  Negative emotions fill this room. Kill them with a spoon.  It's never enough for caterpillars at noon.

Commentary:

Judging others come so naturally to the human, but sometimes we are blinded by the stereotypes which mean nothing.  Keeping this in mind:  I hate you because you listen to stupid music.

(January 27, 1998)