Monthly Archives: April 2013

30-Day Poetry: 30

Day 30—Write a poem employing extended metaphor to illustrate the experience of the last thirty days.

Molasses

The jar with molasses
never runs dry, but it does run slow.

Sweet and sticky,
it makes a mess of things

before I can ever get
any in my mouth. The sweet

isn’t for the faint
of heart—it’s made more than one

soul sick
with emotion.

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30-Day Poetry: 29

Day 29—Briefly research a poetic form of your choice and write a poem according to the rules of that particular form. (I chose the pantoum.)

PTSD Pantoum

Stand in front of me, where I can see you.
Wake me up slowly, gently.
Don’t worry; it’s just post-traumatic stress.
Some “jokes” aren’t jokes—

Wake me up slowly, gently.
Next time, I will be prepared. I’ll kill you.
Some “jokes” aren’t jokes—
I need to sit with my back to a wall, where I can see the door.

Next time, I will be prepared. I’ll kill you.
Never put your hands on my neck.
I need to sit with my back to a wall, where I can see the door.
Thanks for letting me know you’re an asshole.

I don’t run wearing headphones anymore.
Don’t worry; it’s just post-traumatic stress.
I haven’t forgotten what happened.
Stand in front of me, where I can see you.

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30-Day Poetry: 28

WInged Victory of SamothraceDay 28—Visit a virtual art gallery and look around until you find a piece that intrigues you. Write a poem inspired by the artwork.

Winged Victory of Samothrace
a found poem

An original Greek statue
probably destroyed by an earthquake,
this work was found in countless pieces
in 1863 on the island of Samothrace,
in the northeast Aegean.

The right wing is a plaster copy of the left
wing, the only one to have survived.
The cement base beneath its feet is also modern;
the statue initially stood on the sculpted prow
of the ship. It loomed out of a hilltop sanctuary
at an angle, which explains why less attention
was paid to carving the right-hand side.

Victory is shown as if she were just alighting
on the prow of the ship to which she is bringing divine
favor: with her raised hand, she announces the coming event.

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30-Day Poetry: 27

Day 27—Begin with the title “The Poem I’d Never Write.” Then, write that poem.

The Poem I’d Never Write

Rape is fun. It’s just surprise sex!
I really did want it, anyway;
honestly, what was I expecting?

In jeans and a frumpy t-shirt, I was
totally asking for it. It’s all right;
I liked rough sex before, so why not

then, too? Why was I alone with him
in the first place? No one could hear me scream.
Didn’t I know I shouldn’t trust anyone, ever?

Well, don’t worry. I’ve got it all figured out.
I’ve learned my lesson; I should’ve known better.
I won’t trust anyone again, ever.

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30-Day Poetry: 26

Day 26—Gather some magazines/catalogs you don’t mind cutting up and spend ten minutes flipping through them looking for words/sentences that spark your interest. Cut out the words as you go, and (at the end of the ten minutes) arrange the words to form a cutout poem.Day 26

Lady Lace

Metropolis living hits rock bottom:
have dog, will travel.

I’ll take a real retreat,
the light of the fire breathing secret.

I am Lady Lace, full moon so bright,
a mermaid’s sweet revenge.

I shine, capture Spring, and disappear.
It’s your missing future:

Make the Sun jealous; surround your
wild side come rain or shine.

We offer perfect lessons, good instinct
time beyond compare.

Maidens need to know…
the official color of passion

It’s delicious. The art of making
scars will never be the same.

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30-Day Poetry: 25

Day 25—Write a poem that includes all of the following words: pistachio, ink, pebble, weather, varnish.

The Rain

When my writing’s dark ink dries,
I look in on my sister’s progress with the varnish.
It hasn’t come far, as I imagined it wouldn’t.
The pistachio-colored walls are hindering her
creative process, she says, and
I don’t know if that’s true or not, but
it doesn’t matter because nothing’s getting done anyway.

Rubbing a smooth, lucky pebble in my palm,
I move on toward the door to check the weather—
perhaps she’d be more amicable
to working outside? She wouldn’t mind
the rain.

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30-Day Poetry: 24

Day 24—Write a poem that’s different in some way from anything you’ve ever written. Take a chance! Be wild!

I have written so many poems

I have written
so many poems,
I can’t remember what
I’ve written or not.

I’ve written poems about poems,
verses about verses,
words about words.
They all flow into one another

in my mind—the poems I’ve written and
the poems I’ve read.
“Wild” is something I’ve been,
but not recently.

Recently, a more accurate description
word could be “anxious” or “stuck”—
taking a chance is so far off my radar
that it’s barely worth mentioning.

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