The prompt over at NaPoWriMo today was :
Today, I’d like to challenge you to take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it. For example, if your favorite poem is this verse of Emily Dickinson’s, you might choose the word “stones” or “spectre.” After you’ve chosen your word, put the original poem away and spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. Then use your original word and the results of your free-writing as the building blocks for a new poem.
The word I chose was 'brochure.'
Of Real Folks and Brochures
Appalachia in Spring,
most locals dream to leave
these hills where the moon
streams between thick trees
like a translucent wedding veil,
others dream of days grown
short by a drowsy autumn sun;
folks like me who live by
the season of night,
a world grown orange and bulbous,
the worldly folks who flock
to downtown benches where
they feed pigeons just for
the sake of the old poets' lost habits.
We dream neither of glamour
or beaches, not of tanned toes
or hot purple Lamborghinis.
We rendezvous by moonlight,
illuminated by visions of make-believe
and kisses made of bodies
real enough not to smear at
the rough grip-edge of one another..
If I must be real, I will proclaim
that I explore my lover with bare hands,
weave his memories of my words
with the same ink-stained fingers that
broke a slippery morning dish before
strawberries on the back patio
where the stream speaks his ancient
wisdom between the cat-call of
a lone red beetle, his wings floating
him into the same old small-city crevices
my feet creep past come evening.