Ah! That sounds fun, and.. no pressure (I typically put too much pressure on myself when writing.) I did this years ago with my brother, and it was great... we`d throw out a topic or idea (challenge? nah.. not so much) and the other would have to write an impromptu poem about it... it was fun, but haven`t done that in quite a while.
Do you find that certain things inspire you at different times... I don`t mean the common themes, or ones we like to return to like old friends. I mean, for instance, like with my carving poem. Now, I have never carved a duck in my life. Nor have I carved my name on pine. The whole account was ficticious. But I had found myself enamored with carving as of late.. the word `carve`... the idea, the implements, techniques, etc etc. So I had to research it a bit to attain a semi-believable poem. Anyhow, what I`m saying is, certain details can just capture us sometimes!
Oh yes... the topic for now... hm, do you want me to just start one & you`ll pull it here and there from that, like taffy? If you don`t have time tonight no big deal; just post whenever.
They burned the old abandoned Pintner place
last week, the one down off 5th and Linden-
a practice fire, training the cadets, I guess
so we walked out to see it,
it wasn`t far, across the barley field
a perfect day to do it, grey and wet
where last night`s rains had hung around
and quite a crowd to watch.
It`s something when that big old house lights up
the onlookers all open eyes and mouths
upturned faces in the lurid glow
tinted magenta. Then the roof surrendered
in an ashen crash of heat and smoke
and sent the roiling column even higher
to mingle with the charcoal lowering sky
Soon the house stood black in silhouette
bent cracked ribs against the fire
embers smoldered, hissed from water`s kiss
it was time to head for home; we turned
and linked hands for the journey back.
sorry. i can`t write as well as you impromptu