Welcome all again. It’s a bright, beautiful sunny morning outside, on the 21st April. And time for a new post for the WEGO Health ’30 Days, 30 Posts’ Challenge. The prompt for today is as follows:
Health Madlib Poem…Go to http://languageisavirus.com/cgi-bin/madlibs.pi and fill in the parts of the speech and the site will generate a poem for you. Feel free to post the madlib or edit it to make it better…
I have to admit that I hadn’t a clue what a Madlib was, which was where Google came in very handy. Apparently, Mad Libs is a word game frequently played at parties and is especially popular among children. Mad Libs (from ad lib meaning a spontaneous improvisation) is a phrasal template word game where one player prompts another for a list of words to substitute for blanks in a story, usually with funny results. Information taken from Wikipedia.
In this particular challenge, the website given in the prompt asked me to provide words such as nouns, verbs, adverbs and adjectives and then generated a poem using the words I provided. The following in a mixture of my words and those of e.e cummings, based upon his poem entitled ‘somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond’.
Here is my Health Madlib Poem:
alone i always fall, fall almost broken
any room, your lesion lies there invisible
in your most inner brain are things which seclude me,
or which i cannot see because they are too deep
your trivial look quickly will turn me
though i have looked at their lights
you feel suddenly dizzy by dizzy myself as flashes brightly
(grasping tables, falling) her weakness obvious
or if your wish be to catch me, i and
my legs will stand very shakily, uncontrollably
as when the scene of this world spins
the vertigo increases intensely
nothing which we are to do in this circumstance can
the power of your intense movement; whose strength
compels me with the nausea of its disturbance,
legs buckling and crumbling with each tremor
(i do not understand what it is about you that causes)
and reacts; only something in me damaged
the stem of your brain is scarred than all others
falling, not even the crutch, has such fast reflexes
And here is the original e.e. cummings poem of ‘somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond’:
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
So, what do you all think? Please leave a comment below, love to know your thoughts! Have you created your own madlib poem, please share them, would love to read them.
Until Tomorrow…
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