Write an Opposite Poem

Today’s challenge on Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog is to write an Opposite poem, using a previous challenge post as its basis. If you have not been participating, you can scan the previous prompts on the blog and take the opposite point of view, choose a poem by a famous poet and write a contrary reply, or do the same with a poem of your own. I looked over the poems I have written for the challenge this year and decided to use the one I wrote yesterday, “The Truth About Art.”  I wrote “Lies About Art.”

To read a fascinating collection of replies to this prompt, click on the link, and then, if you feel inspired, add one of your own. Anybody can join in the fun. You have to register for the blog to post, but it’s very easy.

2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 25 | Opposite Poem | WritersDigest.com.

Here’s my poem:

Lies About Art

The harder

it is the better,

after all,

it’s about

the skill,

the height

of the leap,

the length

of the note,

the flawless

reproduction

of a photograph

in an unforgiving

medium.

The best

is dearest,

after all

experts know

a fine

investment

when they

see one

and no

great poet

has died

unknown.

It takes

years to learn,

after all,

the wheel

has been invented

and there are

so many

conventions

to attend.

Besides,

who would

want

to be called

a child?

Linda Armstrong, November 25, 2012. All rights reserved.

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Write a “The Truth About ________” Poem (Day 24 PAD Challenge)

For today, the prompt is provocative. Fill in the blank to create your title: The Truth About ____________.

Click on the link to read all the responses and then add your own.

2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 24 | The Truth About Poetry | WritersDigest.com.

Here’s mine:

The Truth About Art

It is a field

without a road

a forest

without a path

the vastness

of a rolling

sea. Though

many have gone

this way before,

none has passed

this particular

way. Though

many can help

with packing

and advice

none can come

along all

the way.

It is a journey

without an

end, a quest

for a cup

that can never

be held

in a hand.