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Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 09, 2011
No poetry tonight!
It is the poet's duty to keep the poem from spinning off into speculation.
"Three guys came, drunk, and the drunkest said he couldn't find his mother's gravestone, and they started a fight."
"Ed went out and they threatened to beat him up because they said we got rid of her grave."
"Did you find it?"
"Yeah, it took awhile to get the proper name, and, of course, they were in the wrong graveyard."
"Three guys came, drunk, and the drunkest said he couldn't find his mother's gravestone, and they started a fight."
"Ed went out and they threatened to beat him up because they said we got rid of her grave."
"Did you find it?"
"Yeah, it took awhile to get the proper name, and, of course, they were in the wrong graveyard."
Friday, April 08, 2011
On the Street at Night
slow through yellow roses
that haven’t bloomed yet
or budded
slow, the flank, the nostril
I follow you while I guide you
as you amble close to a ground
soil, edible, marks, scents,
a brambly riot of last year’s
dried pods, grasses
I cannot know
I cannot know
stained,
with passings by,
tendril of fur
soft,
your eyes, milky
with age.
soft,
your eyes, milky
with age.
Thursday, April 07, 2011
A Day, any day
A poetryless day where the
morning smolders with cold
mist. White shadow glides
around trees, cars, buildings;
figures emerge and disappear
as they walk to moments
of meeting.
The sun roves white
as the moon, then
becomes a thin rind
of lemon.
In the afternoon, lit by
its brilliance through
windows we eat
cheesecake and fresh
blueberry sauce
with crisp
sweet tea.
morning smolders with cold
mist. White shadow glides
around trees, cars, buildings;
figures emerge and disappear
as they walk to moments
of meeting.
The sun roves white
as the moon, then
becomes a thin rind
of lemon.
In the afternoon, lit by
its brilliance through
windows we eat
cheesecake and fresh
blueberry sauce
with crisp
sweet tea.
_
(NaPoWriMo #7)
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