For today’s prompt, write a commercial poem. This prompt makes me think about the commercialism decried in Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown, but there are any number of ways to attack a commercial poem. I have complete faith in everyone here being able to take this prompt in wild, new directions.
Fragments G&C #168 30"x30" gouache on w/c paper
An Artist
How can one put a price
On the blood
The heart
Yet we
Do
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Christmas Eve
Cold
At the base of the Mountain
Cold
At the base of the Mountain
No electricity
Fires lit
Doors open
People
Emerge
The Virgin aloft
Cold
Gun shots
Sparks fly
Stars shine
Cold wind blows
Circle the plaza
Plung into darkness
Cold
Ancient old
Memories
Christmas eve
Doors open
People
Emerge
The Virgin aloft
Cold
Gun shots
Sparks fly
Stars shine
Cold wind blows
Circle the plaza
Plung into darkness
Cold
Ancient old
Memories
Christmas eve
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