Can you write a poem in ten minutes on a title chosen by someone other than yourself?

Question

Here's your chance to prove you can!

Title: "Red Heron Takes Flight"

aaaand go! Remember to stop after ten minutes typing, then submit. Best answer goes to best effort.

Answer 1

The red heron takes flight
Almost silently
No-one watches
Lights flicker on the display

It ploughs onward
Furrows a brow
That holds down a heart

Closer now,
Down through the valley
And over the lake
Below children sleep
Believing they’ll wake

Retreated from himself
To a single line of thought
The man at the stick
Is calm, calm like ice
A pin withdraws
From not a bomb, a device
And there’s falling

Men in suits hold their breath
Awaiting news of the shadow
The shadow of death


9 mins

Answer 2

What a tricky way to get other folks to write this poem for you? But you've laid down a challenge. How can we back down from that. So here goes . . . .

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Red Heron Takes Flight

And wisdom falls in the distance
like the weather
the heron predicts:

floodwaters on the Nile
annual renewal
sun on the horizon

and sages at sunset:
magi
who seek

a playful spirit
of life
beyond this.

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There you go. Three minutes. And no dum-de-dum-dum rhythm or rhyme of flight and night. Lots of alliteration, assonance, and consonance and subtle metaphorical imagery. And if Y!A would let me center the poem on the page (as it should), it would look somewhat like the heron in flight. Print it in red against a background of blue. And there you have it.

With thanks and grateful acknowledgement to the art of Amy K. Brown.

And this whole entry, including research and comments took exactly ten minutes!

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13 minutes later: Wow! I apologize. I've just read some poems from your 360 page (or whatever those things are called). Obviously, you don't need anyone else to write your poems for you. Those December couplets are fun--even if they do rhyme/rhyme, rhyme/rhyme. But the "Sad Umbrella" translation. Well, wow!

Never mind my paltry red heron. . . .

(But it was a fun three minutes, anyway!)

Answer 3

One foot is up and one foot is down
The red heron is about to fly
To the blue sky high above
To the sky where he dreams
To where his Red can be praised

The red heron is about to fly
But then, he found out
His wings are weak
He tries and tries
Until he realized that he cannot fly
He is a heron who cannot fly
But
He didn’t know he was just lack of practice
All he needs to do is just trying again
Maybe for a thousand times
Then he will be able to fly to the sky
And be the remarkable Red in the blue sky

Answer 4

1. (Dirty)
The Red Heron takes flight.
Therein lies its delight.
To catch a pretty fish
Make of it a dish
And let it pass in its shite.
2. (Inspirational)
The Red Heron takes flight
Not caring it's the middle of the night
He flies on and on
Till the darkness is gone
And emerges in sparkling light.
3. (Rambling)
It's the sand and the sea, and the light is dawning.
All the herons on the strand are lazily yawning.
Said one to the other:
"My brother,
We must not be amongst the sleepers -
Nor amongst the soon-to-be weepers -
For the Cat shall come.
Let us go to some
Cheery shore,
Where forevermore
No Cat shall daunt:
On to that haunt!"
Blue and Red, the twins gaze
Into the mist, into the haze
Into delight.
And the Red Heron takes flight.

Answer 5

The red heron takes flight
as it floats on the breeze
to the sunset it soars
on this sweet summers eve
I stopped and I pondered
and I soon realised that
answering this question
makes me feel such a pratt
got 8 minutes to go
it's just so much time
that I can't think of anything
else that will rhyme
7 minutes left
oh what shall I do
I could do the dishes
nah, I'll leave that to you
6 minutes to go
and my brain starts to hurt
has the heron landed yet
or has it been shot
by some angry farmer
or some hunter with gun
5 minutes to go
and I've only begun
I could go all night
but this is a worry
4 minutes to go
I'd better hurry
3 minutes left
and I'm struggling here
by morning 10 points
had better be here
2 minutes left
and I'm serious now
if I don't get my way
I can be such a cow
1 minute is left
I've completed your task
I thank you sincerely
for this question you asked.

Best wishes
Denise
x

Answer 6

red heron takes flight
decided that he had to shite
found a good place
right on my face
now i am sad
the red heron is bad
ill cook him for tea
for best answer pick me!

Answer 7

Red heron takes flight,
into the night.
Flying away,
Wait for the day.

Settles not far
away from the bar,
orders a drink,
in one he will sink.

sad from the day,
life wasting away.
see not one friend,
this life is the end.

he sees no way out,
his life is in doubt,
pines for his bed,
somewhere for his head

can not go on,

red heron takes flight,
into the night

gone.


ahh...i know it sucks but what do you expect-i think its quite impossible to write a poem in ten minutes on a title chosen by someone else!!

and yes i know i completely took the psis out of poetic licence!

Answer 8

RED HERON TAKES FLIGHT

they said that he couldn't,
they were sure they were right,
"his body's too heavy",
"his wings are all shite",
but Red Heron ignored them,
and with all of his might,
he flapped his big wings
and Red Heron took flight....

Answer 9

Red heron takes flight
She slips into the night
Leaving past behind
Not caring what-she will find

For the life that she leaves
Was dead she felt buried
Surrounded by dead
The future she always dreaded


Anymore I'd need longer. Thanks for the challenge

Answer 10

the little red heron
he takes flight
hes rather stupid
he tries at night

he tries he tries
with all his might
to get it right
in the middle of the night

dear little heron its
dark at night
try as you may
you will get no light

so dear little heron
who is not so bright
try taking your flight
in broad day light