Non rhyming communication, distance, honesty, institutions, intimacy, relationships, self, solitude 10:38 pm
It’s a happy madness.
I wish you understood
the clothes on the floor,
the books and papers and pens-
the movement.
I wish you saw how pretty
the movement
is;
the moments when
nothing matters.
I could never trust you with that,
with something
as precious as that;
of course I tried,
only to find
.every.
.time.
you marked it wrong,
told me so
and grabbed me to come along.
But I’m happy
in the madness, the movement
I am happy
in,
on,
my own
Prompted and Rhyming aftermath, anger, broken, coping, institutions, letting go, life, love, relationships 2:36 pm
For today’s prompt, I want you to write a poem about an object (or objects). Though you don’t have to confine yourself to straight up description, I do want you to focus on object and/or make it a central piece of your poem.
Maple Framed Engagement Photo
I forgot there were scratches on it.
I forgot the glass had been broken,
and had torn at our canvas,
our before
(though it was really just a between).
We weren’t ready
for that photo
that day-
(my striped blue shirt, your head shaved)
but we had it taken anyway.
That’s us-
once the movement
is set in motion,
we step up,
and keep on going.
I don’t remember what I was thinking
when I shoved it under the bed.
Did I think it would recover?
That the scars would just fill in,
like they never existed?
What was it
that tore it
from the wall?
Was it the vodka
that made it fall?
Or was it something
harder
to swallow,
sleep off,
and pour down the drain?
You said
the whole thing
was worthless,
Then you said
not to leave.
So I just picked up the pieces
and hid the debris.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/2009/04/11/AprilPADChallengeDay11.aspx
Non rhyming and Prompted institutions, life, materialism, perspective, purpose, relationships 6:30 am
For today’s poem, I want you to write a poem about something missing. It can be about an actual physical object or something you just can’t put your finger on (like “love” or “the spirit of Christmas” or something).
What’s Really Missing From Our Saving Accounts
Save the earth!
Save prayer in schools!
Save “Merry Christmas”!
Save our rights!
Save our money!
Save our asses!
Save business!
Save healthcare!
Save welfare!
SAVE OUR COUNTRY
from liberals and conservatives and socialists and terrorists!
Save the children! (in a third world country)
Save the memories!
Save the system on a separate hard drive!
Save animals!
Save your virginity!
Save your waistline!
Save your paint job,
your dye job,
your favorite pumps!
Save your corsage from your first dance!
Save your sanity…
SAVE.
YOUR.
SELF.
Because we sure as hell
aren’t saving each other.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/April+PAD+Challenge+Day+6.aspx
Favorites and Rhyming belief, institutions, intimacy, life, love, relationships, religion, spirituality 2:02 am
May something powerful be done with this love
that swells,
even separated,
even tainted
as things shroud
the lights that otherwise
intertwine
otherwise
unite
it’s beyond every doctrine,
every little semantic we organize our selves with
to make sense
when the only thing that really matters
is beyond any box, any building, any book
it’s so obvious
we ignore it
it’s too easy to love like that
it’s too easy to open our hands and take everyone in
it’s too easy to lay at the feet of love and move grace-full
in its wake
it’s too easy to take our little intricacies
and design uncrossable lines
and forget the signs our souls throw out
like smoke signals, Morse code, flashlights at windows
this is why we’ve got bodies sneaking out of houses,
mingling in clandestine corners,
bubbling with rebellion,
willing to burn down or do without
just to have that honest communion
just to taste that actualized love
that’s ebbed and swelled
and all along was never satisfied
sanctioned off into little (well meaning?) cells
there are too many
warm in bed
eyes shut tight
covers over head
subdued,
living off of packaged and processed
foods
starving into submission
anything thing that moves.
