Flaming sauerkraut stud muffin
A condensed version of radial glory
Knowing full well where life begins
The translucent strands of our story
Calculating Parisian jazz statistics
Veiled through the rummy, filtered grime
Distance equals an unfettered stump
When satisfaction measured in Lycra & time
Logbooks; surmounting the tepid schedule
All aboard the mourning run of the downtown train
Sunrise catching your weary eyes
Early summer rain prepositions our inaugural hurricane
*I was bogged down and couldn’t write so I just started writing nonsense until I was inspired to create something. It is what it is.
Captain Q 
That is exactly what it felt like. That opening line made me wonder what was going on in your mind beyond an easy playfulness. Yet it didn’t end that way at all. I really enjoyed that.
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I have never taken a writing class or had much formal education in creative writing. I do soak up things from books and movies. I’ll never forget a line from Finding Forrester. Sean Connery tells the kid to get into the flow of writing then your words will eventually take over. It can be a strange exercise, but it works!
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Exactly. My wife surprised me some years back when I asked her if she had already outlined her next novel, and she tried to explain that she couldn’t do that, because the characters hadn’t yet decided what would happen next. And ever since then, I have seen how this works for her, and it kind of reminds me of how I write verse–how so often I begin with certain words, phrases, images that inspire me, and the words seem to take over from there. I’m not sure I have written a poem that I had thought out from start to finish before writing it. Or allowing it to guide me in what to write.
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Yes, I often think of one line then the poem is created around it.
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Flaming sauerkraut
and stud muffin stew,
what in the world will I ever do?
The flames have begun to spread
and so has my bubbling brew,
oh Lord please help me now
or I know I’ll never get through! 😉
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So many visuals to this! I see a rouge witch from MacBeth getting in over her head with the potion!
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Ha Ha! I love that! 😂🧙♀️🍵
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And you know… pretty much every line in your poem could be used as an amazing writing prompt! 😉
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They are a bit random when I step back!😂
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That first line was just begging to become a poem all its own. I still think it’s needing a really long whimsical one. 😉
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I don’t even know where the original thought came from – other than not being able to think of anything to write!
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That’s what always happens to me too. Half the time it’s my girls who give me my ideas.
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The middlest daughter is just now beginning to harness her imagination into fiction. I’m super excited to help encourage it.
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Oh that’s exciting! Perhaps she’ll end up a writer just like you! 😉
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She is a huge Harry Potter fan. She’s in the middle of writing an epic. It’s pretty cool to listen to all her ideas.
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Maybe you’ll end up coauthoring a book with her someday?
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Random is all I know. Ha! Really enjoyed this.
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