July 24, 2017

Prompts is a procedural poetry blog by Dylan Freeman-Grist. The blog is syndicated on Tumblr through Notes From The Village.  

Cover Story is a project on Prompts inspired by the weekly cover page of the New Yorker. This weeks cover, the July 24th, 2017 issue, is "Grounded" by Barry Blitt

 

Somehow, somewhere, someway, 
When they dig through our remains, 
By chance they might just question, 
How it is we studied rage, 

Why we held it up on billboards, 
Why we put it on a stage, 
Why we shot it through those lenses, 
Wrote it down upon a page, 

They'll look at big red buttons, 
Iron domes and barricades, 
They'll question all the violence, 
They'll stare and ask amazed, 

"Did they really build a kingdom, 
On steam, and battles waged, 
Was it all a great big melee,
for some keys to other's cage"

"Did they really prize out ego, 
brash hands and toxic pace,
crowds won by toxic anger, 
people ruled by simple rage." 
 

July 10th and 17th, 2017

Prompts is a procedural poetry blog by Dylan Freeman-Grist. The blog is syndicated on Tumblr through Notes From The Village.  

Cover Story is a project on Prompts inspired by the weekly cover page of the New Yorker. This post is inspired by the cover of the July 10th and 17th, 2017 issues, titled "Off The Leash" by Mark Ulriksen.

 

I could count two hundred steps , 
From the big fence to the street,
The bell would split a silence, 
That sprung hundreds to their feet, 

Those steps stood for a limit, 
In that boundary where we were free, 
To clash in wars of marble, 
To chase demons to the tree, 

To engage in wall-based combat, 
Green ball and elbow skeets, 
Or plead with blood bound hunters, 
To be the last one free, 

In fifteen minutes you build a castle, 
In thirty more defend its keep,  
And in the final fifteen while its falling
Plot revenge the next fifteen would see,

The world grows ever larger, 
Expanding  far past what I can see, 
And yet it's never seemed quite bigger, 
Than those two hundred steps to me. 


 

July 3rd, 2017

Prompts is a procedural poetry blog by Dylan Freeman-Grist. The blog is syndicated on Tumblr through Notes From The Village.  

Cover Story is a project on Prompts inspired by the weekly cover page of the New Yorker. This weeks cover, the July 3rd, 2017 issue, is "Bright Star" by Kadir Nelson

 

What happened to the summers that left cold slush caked to the roof of jaws.
wired machines which ached for the prolonged rasp of August.

I knew an endless summer, multiplied, 
so infinite in fact parts of me still wander the creases of an old July,
no falling leaves in sight,  
dusty, circa before dog days lost bite. 

What happened to a pool filling in for a short lifetime of missed opportunity, 
When imagination was the only currency required to envision us as we should be. 

No work here. No cage here. 
Melted snow cones once stood where melting atmospheres now reside. 
It has not stopped raining since April.

Raining, I can imagine, 
On the same June streets we once wore crowns

It's funny even back then I would take in the stench of fresh paved tar, 
knowing someway that life ahead would be marred by potholes, 
gutted machinations of what we once had, 
left only to slog our endless march forward

I hope to see summer stars again.