February 24, 2008

ReadWritePoem: Weather

I just needed 3 lines to explain why Ohio frustrates me so much . . . .


Ohio, Late Winter

The ice melts, the buds
emerge, the sun shines at last
and the freeze returns


ReadWritePoem: Weather

I just needed 3 lines to explain why Ohio frustrates me so much . . . .


Ohio, Late Winter

The ice melts, the buds
emerge, the sun shines at last
and the freeze returns


February 23, 2008

ReadWritePoem: Ode to the Body

I don't think I really followed the prompt per se, but I like the direction this took.

Tattoo

My mother says that my
inky, artificial scar
corrupts my body
That a picture as tiny
as a quarter tarnishes
my formerly flawless skin
That the permanence of a mark
means I've been ruined
reduced to a design

I say that we all have
the power to signify
be both signifier and signified
And the beauty is that we
can choose our representations
give our bodies another voice
And I celebrate my
inky, artificial scar
for its sign and my choice


Untitled

I have tried to tell stories
I have tried to reveal
the conflicts and
the actions
the mysteries and
the resolutions

I have tried to give histories
I have tried to uncover
the truths and
the misrememberings
the overt symbols and
the hidden meanings

I have failed to make epics
I have failed to recover
the myths and
the philosophies
the mistakes and
the revisions

I have tried but failed
I have revealed but hidden
I have made but broken
our ideas and interactions
our memories and moments
our facts and our fictions

February 20, 2008

First Attempt at a Triolet

I just learned about the triolet form a few weeks ago, and I've been meaning to try it. I certainly haven't perfected the form in one shot, but this was fun and I look forward to trying again.

Triolet #1
I gave up my literary voice
for the sake of extra education.
Thinking that I didn't have a choice
I gave up. My literary voice
was sent away; I failed to rejoice
in my academic suffocation.
I gave up. My Literary Voice
was nothing but a tepid imitation.

February 18, 2008

Heart

My meat keeps moving without rest or pause
Life goes on without overt instruction
I'm thankful that my heart keeps up the cause.

Each moment governed by minutest laws
Each part's function cannot be elective
My meat keeps moving without rest or pause.

We try to fix ourselves with pills and gauze
And work to heal each part for the collective
I'm thankful that my heart keeps up the cause.

Avoiding death, its permanence, its jaws
Fate's practices we know are not selective
My meat keeps moving without rest or pause.

Too much focus on supposed flaws
Gratitude would work as a corrective
I'm thankful that my heart keeps up the cause.

I've learned to appreciate because
Each survival gives me fresh perspective
My meat keeps moving without rest or pause
I'm thankful that my heart keeps up the cause.

February 2, 2008

Poem for ReadWritePoem

I just discovered ReadWritePoem this week, and I've written a poem on the current prompt, which is "clothing." I'm not totally satisfied with it, but I don't hate it. It needs more work, and verse isn't my strong suit, but it felt right. I'll probably revise it eventually, but right now my brain wants me to put it down for a few days.

(P.S. - I'm probably not going to have a poem for Totally Optional Prompts this week. It's just not working out. There's a difference for me with not being satisfied with a poem but willing to post it anyway, and truly disliking the work you've done.)

Simplified Weekends

Weekends dictated
by just four things
tea and pajamas
coffee and jeans.

Waking or writing
guided, it seems,
by denim or flannel
two kinds of caffeine.

Work means polyester,
makeup, and rings.
Water from coolers,
food in vending machines,

florescent lighting
unflattering beams.
Day job is practical
but won't fulfill dreams.

So to recover
from all weekly things:
tea and pajamas
coffee and jeans.