sound mallet through thick skull splatters mind upon cranium on the inside you are disoriented eyes rolling back along with other vowels flipping images back right side up on your retinas flutter eyelids butterflies ascend from your stomach uneasily queasily through shuddering esophagus choking back your tears streaming camera angled at your face it - you can't handle such explosive rush of metaphor
The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s ‘Opening lines…beginnings’ prompt.
d’Verse prompted us to think about find that “best first line” –
- see if you can hook yourself a new reader with upfront vivid images and unusual word use;
- maybe stick with tradition (starting top left) or forge out in a new direction, maybe even a one line, or even a one-word poem;
- perhaps try your hand at some found poetry, make something shapely or striking or something off the fridge;
- or perhaps a poem beginning with a line by a poet who’s provoked or enthralled or charmed or annoyed you (don’t forget to link to the original poem in your post).