Friday, December 17, 2010

Dinner Party

Have been working on the novel, but this very rough draft of a poem popped up tonight...

Dinner Party

We do not know the creatures
with whom we feast, not really,
using the correct fork,
keeping the napkins in our laps.
Underneath we pulsate like novas,
pant like fish out of water,
beat like drums before a sacrifice.
The temples of our bodies glow
with secrets that make us
as warm as the firelight.
We push down our wildness,
hold our raucous laughter in check,
drink wine with our pinkies up,
speak in soft tones about what, we will forget.
But underneath we are feral,
sniffing in the woods under a jaundiced moon,
gushing forth like waterfalls in spring.
We keep so much under wraps,
the good china of our souls,
the dust-covered boxes of our minds,
the birthmarks of our desires.
It is too much to lay bare
on this linen-covered table
surrounded by polite company,
so we serve ourselves up in sample portions only
and wonder why it is never enough.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Last day of April poems and thank you!

Day 30: I cannot believe it's here! Today is a free day to write on whatever we want. I just want to thank everyone who read and commented on my work. Your support gave me the push I needed to complete this challenge. Thanks to Poetic Asides and Writing Vein Playground and most especially to Read Write Poem for the various prompts. This has been a month to remember and I hope to keep poeming from time to time on this blog. A special thanks to National Poetry Month for making April such a magical time(:

A few poems today--the first loosely based on the RWP perfection prompt:

Perfect Insomnia

In the darkest hours of morning
those yet to be born
whisper in your beloved's breaths.
You count how many times
your heart beats
between the plaintive queries
of an owl.
A far off train's call takes you back
to wide awake childhood nights
safe under soft heavy blankets
watching the shadows
of passing cars on the wall.
You amble among more memories
as though on a walk in the woods,
finding daisies and bird feathers,
arrowheads and volcanic glass.
Seeing the clock numbers change
is like being able to time your wishes
to falling stars.
Your eyes do not feel heavy
until sunlight pierces
the slit between the curtains.
Only then do you surrender
to dreams.

And a haiku:

At the Museum

Cracked clay bowls, knives, combs
Still speak of people long gone
Dust under our feet

A cleave:

Awoken

Looking back I hear
So many words
magical spells whispered
being softly
awoken spoken
invoked truth

And an acrostic:

THANKS!

Thirty days of poetry cannot begin to say
How fun it's been to write and play
All of April has gone so fast
Now it's time to wrap up this last
Kick the cobwebs off the book
So farewell Napowrimo, so glad you took!


Thursday, April 29, 2010

And Suddenly We Grew Brave

Day 29: Today's RWP prompt was to choose news headlines and work elements of them into a poem. I chose headlines from the science section (online) of The New York Times. They were:

Like Origami, Pollen Grains Fold Just So

The Search for Genes Leads to Unexpected Places

Found Alive: The Loch Ness Monster of the Northwest Prairie. Alas, it Disappoints.

I also used the Poetic Asides prompt, which was to begin the title of a poem with, "And Suddenly."

And Suddenly We Grew Brave

For many moons, we cowered in the tall grasses

Of our hearts, afraid.

Our truth was as elusive as the Loch Ness Monster,

So somewhere along the way we stopped looking.

We mastered the art of folding ourselves up

Into pleasing forms, like origami

And only unraveling on sleepless nights

Or in quiet rooms with the blinds drawn.

We were purposeless

as pollen grains carried by the wind.


And then one day the wind whispered words,

The echoes of our genes, stories from our ancestors

Long forgotten. We dug our hands into the earth

And drank falling rain. We doubted everything we

Had been taught and believed only what we felt.

We wondered again why we were here.

And we set out once more across

the vast prairies of fear,

millions of fireflies on a cloudy night.

This time we were not disappointed.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Road Trip

Day 28: Almost there! Followed the Poetic Asides prompt today, which was to write an end of the line poem. Here's one about not wanting to come to the end of the line...

Road Trip

Somewhere in Nevada,

Tumbleweeds racing along

Either side of us,

The desert wind robbing our breath,

No one ahead or behind for miles,

I turn to you with your sunscorched hair,

Sunglasses grazing your late afternoon stubble,

And say, “Let’s never stop.”

And you laugh and say,

“Ok.”

In Amish country, we counted carriages,

In Cincinnati, we sang our way

Up and down the dial.

In Kansas, we got homesick

For the jaggedness of NYC.

In New Mexico, we watched for UFOs.

And all along I enjoyed the ride.

But it is here in these great open spaces,

Sun set to broil,

Cacti reaching their prickly mitts

Toward each other,

Rushing toward the coast

Where you will leave and I will stay,

When I realize I don't want this trip to end.

One day many years from now,

I will be in a quiet room,

That you and I may or may not share,

And I will think of this moment.

I will not remember the nettles still stuck

In my shoe from our morning hike

Or the patch of sunburn on my right shoulder

Or even the Eagles song playing on the radio.

I will only remember

How I wished I could drive forever

On this road with you.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

9/11/01

Day 27: Today's RWP prompt is to write an acrostic poem, using some word associated with us. Each letter of the word starts one line of the poem...

9/11/01

September for me meant sultry end-of-summer
Evenings, blushing leaves surrendering to breezes
Pinstripes making the diamond sparkle, headed for
The playoffs, amber-colored lights on the
Empire State at night, and planning things to do,
Making promises anew to make the most of every line,
Before that birthday when the towers fell.
Ever since, it's been as well a month for
Remembering those denied the gift of more time.

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Monday, April 26, 2010

Playing with Fibs

Day 26: Feeling exhausted today. No prompts inspired me today so I decided to experiment with a short form called the Fib, where the syllable count is based on the Fibonacci Sequence in mathematics. It's a six-line, 20-syllable poem with a syllable count of 1/1/2/3/5/8:

Remember

I
know
you still
remember
no matter how you
try to show me you've forgotten.

Destiny

You
me
three words
wedding bells
till death do us part
it's not too late for destiny

Volcano

Steam
ash
lava
shooting high
before Earth breathes deep
and blows out its birthday candle



Sunday, April 25, 2010

Muse

Day 25: Decided to use the Poetic Asides prompt today, which was to write a poem inspired by a song. Here's mine, inspired by When I Dream of Michelangelo by Counting Crows:

I wish I could dream
of Michelangelo
or at least of women
talking of him,
But when I awaken,
I futilely grab at fragments
like one who is drowning
reaches for air.
And when I gaze
at the waiting page,
I think perhaps the Muse
is not my friend
because there he goes
inspecting cracks
in the ceiling again.