Tag: glopowrimo
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GloPoWriMo Day 30: A Cento Poem
Te Dominus Amat (a cento poem) And Te Dominus amat was all you said.Like a dream that makes youwant to go back to sleep. Magnified applesappear and disappearwith shades and echoes of whispered vespers by a hissing lamp.Blue-horned beetles scratchagainst the night sky, and Te Dominus amat was all you said. Lines 1 and 10:…
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GloPoWriMo Day 29: First 48 Hours
A Poem After Frank O’Hara’s Why I am Not a Painter The First 48-Hours of Motherhood this small thing that shrieksand hollers, and shatters my edges it thinks it’s something vitallike rain or heaven what is it trying to say, never sureif it’s mad and sane, or stupid or not does its thoughts stretch as…
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GloPoWriMo Day 28: On the Road
Cow On The Road The old cowstands in the rain, elementally green,singing its vapours and eating bruisedred fuchsia bells. Its song’s nothing special, no stories, news,no talk overheard, and it devoursour views of luminous doom,and just listens. Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 28: write a concrete poem. I spent all morning trying without success. There’s a…
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GloPoWriMo Day 26: Duplex Sonnet
Silken Dust stretches the air like silk,Up in the loft, space for old things. Photos. Old papers of no importance.Winter clothing. A rocking horse. School books with their little words.A million little words. My red shoes.I danced in them once. I haven’t danced in years.It was a time on the edge. There’s a mystic quality…
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GloPoWriMo Day 26: Blithe Green
Spring’s Blithe Green Spring is a superior language,clean and quick, and gearedto come straight at you with itspistons jumping like baby birds,who are twice as noisy and franticas seems reasonable, and thenblithe green wells up in you, mixeswith your blood, and smothersyou with colours bright enoughto blind the sky with its words. And then you…
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GloPoWriMo Day 25: Aisling Poem
An Aisling: A Dream of Weeds She stood theretrue, tall, and buxom,hips ripe as sunshine, and ivy twisting around her wrist.A lattice green, knotweedspiralling up one leg, and dandelions, and daisies,and choke weed tanglingin her hair.She is faceless, the colour of sand, though not quite blonde,and not quite as grey asthe weather falling like arelic…
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GloPoWriMo Day 24: Noir Harvest
The Noir Harvest When a river risesyou can’t see what’s underneath.She didn’t see the change,and couldn’t remember whenhis tone turned, as if his every wordwas pointed as a wood splinter.He breathed between each word,punctuating punches,rapid, spittled, as if drowning inhis own skin.And he wastoo close to her face,his lungs like gills gulpingup the air that…
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GloPoWriMo Day 23: Wink
Wink An owl winked atHuang Yongyu’ssly high jinx,or was it nature’sway with owls.Its wise ways,a none too subtlesideways glance.Animal Crackersand an inky owl’sone-eyed glance.A sentence3-years hard labour. Written for Day 23 NaPoWriMo: a poem in the style of Kay Ryan. Image (fair use) “The Owl” by Huang Yongyu. *This drawing is considered part of the “Black Painting Exhibition”…
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GloPoWriMo Day 22: Green
The Return of … rain in thehollowsthat fallsbetween stones skygrey and flat-footeda returnto earth’s soil softit is seepingbonesburiedwith roots green on greengrowingtogetheragain For NaPoWriMo Day 22 “Repetition “ I’ve tried to force a repetition of meter in this one. The operative word is “tried” as I have no control over how the reader might approach that.…
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GloPoWriMo Day 21: A Girl Named Lona
The Day Lona Left Her Husband We’re not apt to see each other again, she said,and although I knew that was true,it felt blunt and raw.Perhaps I always knew our friendshipwas going one direction. Friendships are rarely uncomplicated,ours was tangledand often unravelling,we entrusted secrets to pots of coffee, always there when needed.Yes, I think I…
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