I recorded two of my favorite poems from thus far in 2010 and offer them here, along with the original posts - in celebration of World Poetry Day, 2010. I usually offer my poetry on my separate poetry blog, which you may find by clicking here.
Both came as a response to prompts from ReadWritePoem.Org, where poets - of all levels of expertise - may participate in April's National Poetry Writing Month. I am writing two of the prompts for that celebration.
Here, my words, for you.
The poetry prompt from ReadWritePoem.Org last week’s “Get Your Poem On” was like going to a poetry writing spa: we cleansed ourselves of our normal, unconscious habits through reviewing our recent work and were compelled to write poetry differently this week.
I
was busy getting the play First Kisses off the ground. I practically
moved into the theater so it has taken me this long to get my spa treatment
completed. I hope you enjoy it.
I
also noticed that while I switch up first person voice (this is for romantic
poems or visceral, emotional “here is what I am feeling right now” poems) and
third person voice, I consistently write as a sentient being. I rarely
personify a non sentient object – so this poem, today – is written from that
perspective… you will more than likely recognize the object’s voice soon after
you begin to read.
The
most overused words I use include “croon”, specifically, and words that employ
the use of onomatopoeia. I must be more auditory in my writing than I thought I
was. Several times in my most recent poems I used “rat-a-tat” or “pitter pat”
and yes, I apparently am enamored with soles and souls. I tend to admire
homonyms, another sound-thing.
Finally, most of my poetry tends toward Divinity – meaning there is either a
blatantly Divine thread or a quieter Divine thread within the writing. I
finished this one and I am not sure, some of you may see some of that
unmistakable something peeking through the last few lines. I like to think of
it as more of a “Wake up, fool!” thing that will be seen by those who are ready
to see it. Otherwise, it would go unnoticed.
Let
me know what you think.
I Give You
You
push me
And walk through
You pull meTo
Keep Out
Other
feet
You
barely
Notice
my
Peeling
paint
Or
the note
Jehovah
Witnesses
Left
right there
You
don’t look
You
don’t pause
You
don’t thank
Me,
ever
For
my work
Tireless,
here
For
you. I
Let
you in
Keep
them out
Hold
wind back
Push
rain down
The
gutter
And
what thanks
Do
you give?
Here
you come
Again,
late
You
tug, hard
I
let you
Open
me
And
pass through
“See
you soon!”
I
whisper
As
you shut
Me
again
Muttering
At
nothing
Your
back is
All
I see
As
you leave
Me
again
Without
a
Nod,
look, wink
I
give you
All
I am
= = =
See what fellow poets from ReadWritePoem wrote by clicking here.
This week’s
Three Word Wednesday poem was birthed from inspiration from these words:
I am
obviously still simmering in my failure to make an object as simple as a door
into a poem sans spirituality with the ReadWritePoem prompt from last week. That vibe spilled over and perhaps is pouting in
the corner of this poem as well.
And by the
way, I am very close to the 500 comment mark on this poetry blog. Will your
comment be the one which pushes it over the edge? I am trying to think of some
fun prize for whomever writes the 500th comment.
How about
this – read the poem, make a comment that reflects something valuable to this
poet and suggest a reward I may give you in return. If you are the 500th
Comment, you will receive the reward… as best as I can offer it. If you are NOT
the 500th Comment, I may give you the reward, anyway.
Surprise me?
Today's poem is....
Underneath
When did the
ragged
Wind raked
wood
Obscure the
tidy,
Manicured, it occurs sans surprise in a
Feng shui’d
red front door
Of the
Summer-Shed-Nee-Cottage?
Perhaps it
was when
She divorced
herself
From what was
proper
What her
Sunday School
Teacher expected
and instead
Became who
she always
Was,
underneath -
She, with the
wind raked
Splintered
edge
Ready to be
torn
Open at a
moments
Notice,
inviting pain
Where it was
usually
Hidden by
carefully
Stitched seams
= = =
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