{"id":9637,"date":"2020-09-25T13:49:19","date_gmt":"2020-09-25T20:49:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=9637"},"modified":"2020-09-29T21:53:10","modified_gmt":"2020-09-30T04:53:10","slug":"a-blues-poem-prompt-530","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/a-blues-poem-prompt-530\/","title":{"rendered":"A Blues Poem . . . Prompt #530"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/Train.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-9638\" width=\"354\" height=\"187\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/Train.png 454w, https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/Train-300x159.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 354px) 100vw, 354px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/poets.org\/glossary\/blues-poem\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">A&nbsp;blues poem<\/a> takes on themes of struggle, despair, bad weather, any suffering. &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It can also be funny: <em>Fruit Flies Everywhere<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Three-line Blues Poetry<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A statement in the first line,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A variation in the second line,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>an ironic alternative in the third line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>My baby walked out that door.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>My baby walked out<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>and now my broken door won&#8217;t open up no more.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>I had to walk back to Texas.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>I had to get on my feet<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>&nbsp;cuz my baby she took my Lexus.<\/em><em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Four-line:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>When a woman gets the blues<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>She hangs her head and cries<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>But when a man gets the blues<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>He hops on a freight train and rides<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>With both types, you can continue the pattern. You can also repeat lines.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You can write something in narration, then pull out lines to condense for a poem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You can start with these lines:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I woke up this morning . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I heard on the news . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Excerpted from Writer\u2019s Digest magazine, \u201cWriting Your Woes\u201d by Miriam Sagan, August 2004<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A&nbsp;blues poem takes on themes of struggle, despair, bad weather, any suffering. &nbsp; It can also be funny: Fruit Flies Everywhere. Three-line Blues Poetry A statement in the first line, A variation in the second line, an ironic alternative in the third line. My baby walked out that door. 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