#13 I'm so afraid of this kind of commitment that I don't even want to title these posts as napowrimo.

Today's prompt:  In his poems, Norman Dubie tells stories, sets scenes and paints landscape, sometimes lush and sometimes wretched. His writing is sure and vivid, and his language is beautiful. As you’ll see below, his similes are incomparable. If forced to compare him with anyone, I’d be more likely to pick a painter than another writer.  For this prompt, take a Dubie line to jumpstart a poem of your own. Your poem should be titled “Poem Starting with a Line from Norman Dubie.”  (We were given a list of possible first lines to choose from.) 


Norman Dubie Starts the Party

The lights of the galaxies are strung out over a dipper of gin.

The music of the spheres rocks the house of cosmos.

The seven sisters dance in the tonic,

toes flicking juice of lime across the expanse.

Orion beats time on heaven’s floor with his bow,

and the bears, both major and minor, sway in a slow Russian step.

And I, tonight’s wallflower,
sit in the other room of the sky,
weep woe into my coffee
and complain about the grading
that chains me to a desk,
that keeps me from terpsichore’s task