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A thirsty sun
Sucks the day’s wetness
Through straws
Slurping the last drops
Sweaty fountain drinks
Heat waves
Crashing against earth
Harden the world’s skin
The cool dusk dawns
Embraces suffocating
August air
Lies in state
Wet foreplay
Replaced
By the wholeness of moonlight
A canopy of Saran Wrap
Overstretching
Captures
Convections sleep
Rhythmic moist breaths
Exhale
Into a lark’s song
Revelry
Morning breeze
Loosens sparkles
Upon a morning walk
Dew
Drops
From an emerald sky.

Forest Canopy

 

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Old Farts Blvd https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/30/old-farts-blvd/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/30/old-farts-blvd/#comments Fri, 30 Apr 2021 19:29:33 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10577

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As any journey begins
you take a first step
and ask for directions
“Can you tell me how to get to …”
(push out the worn refrains
of Sesame Street)
“… Bonavista?”
jot the words into memory
and promptly
forget what comes after
left ….
stand, ponder, look around
(avoid all eye contact)
“Just admiring the clouds”
… umm …
Ok, umm … where are we?
“Do you smell poutine?”
Yeah — “Left”
umm …
was it the road in the bend
or bend at the dead end?
Disbelief —
“Why can’t they put up a sign?”
(throw in some cursing —
spice is always good)
I hate this
damp bone clenching
grey sky
“We’re screwed”
as you just guess
Right
and the asphalt ends
mud and dust
and gravel becomes
washboard
and a minefield of foxholes
that tear you a new
foxhole
with each coil cracking hit
and you regret
past decisions
“I shouldn’t have stopped
to get gas first –”
because you could
save
2 cents a litre
“Please, please”
I can’t go back
certain defeat
please please
the whining wind
my kingdom for a road
no passing cars
“10 more km?”
oh my god —
where are we?
I can hear banjo music —
I swear.
Why didn’t you get a map
at the gas station?
So straight we go
in silence
as the radio turns
to static
“A sign”
oh yes — a sign!
oh no — a sign …
you have to be kidding
and we laugh
our knuckles turn back
to pink
swallowing
the last of the wet
dust
here we are
nowhere
where we belong
where
we want
to be
“Look –”
over the bend
the frozen aquamarine
Iceberg —
dead ahead
“That wasn’t so bad —
was it?”
my chest still vibrating
I don’t know —
do you?
The way back?
“Let’s get
directions ….”

street sign of old farts blvd

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s promptDay Thirty:  “Today’s prompt challenges you to write a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place. It could be a real place, like your local park, or an imaginary or unreal place, like “the bottom of your heart,” or “where missing socks go.” Fill your poem with sensory details, and make them as wild or intimate as you like.”

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Escape https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/29/escape/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/29/escape/#comments Thu, 29 Apr 2021 23:27:01 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10572

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My gaze escapes the window
through the thickness of its panes
grasps at a swallowing light
rapacious, seeks but discovery

Leaves behind the hedgerows
the nascent permanence
of beginnings born to me
a placenta providing place

Break, break, break I yearn
to be rooted free, ripped, torn
from ties that define and bind
take, take, take me far away

crumble this marked calendar
set fire to childhood’s pyre
cast my life upon its currents
without rudder I drift and land.

 

through an airplane window

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s promptDay Twenty-Nine:  “Today, this one is called “in the window.” Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene. It could be your childhood neighbor’s workshop, or a window looking into an alien spaceship. Maybe a window looking into a witch’s gingerbread cottage, or Lord Nelson’s cabin aboard the H.M.S. Victory. What do you see? What’s going on?”

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Forks and Knives https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/28/forks-and-knives/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/28/forks-and-knives/#comments Wed, 28 Apr 2021 21:40:47 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10562

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Forks and knives?
Yes please
(The table is set)
What’s that? 
Dinner
(The tone is established)
What’s that sound?
I don’t know – someone outside?
Why are they using Frank’s barbecue?
Because they live at Frank’s
Why is this cashew soft?
What happens to food when you cook it?
Why is the steak white?
It’s chicken
I don’t like this steak
It’s chicken
Why do they call it legumes if they’re beans?
Because ‘vegetables’ was already taken
Why do we have to eat beans?
Because you like to eat pizza
Can I have milk?
You have water
Can I have fizzy water?
God grant me serenity ….
Can I go to the bathroom?
Eat your dinner.

fork and knife on table

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s promptDay Twenty-Eight:  “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s)..”

 

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Scabulous https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/27/scabulous/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/27/scabulous/#comments Tue, 27 Apr 2021 21:37:02 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10556

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My life is stitched
together
with scars
some are hidden
within a knee
some are visible
some you can barely see
autographs
collected, like stars
loved and lost
a broken heart
mended
restarts
fool me twice
shame on me
a shattered heart
beats
poetic darts
reclaim my love
the baggage
grows
love again
the story flows
my fingers
mapped
with culinary mistakes
countless
knife lessons
that left me faint
sliced, slivered, severed
mandolines
pushed wrong
scalloped potatoes …
ah … so long …
finger tip-less
then Band-Aided
finishing strong
like a hero
in a song
a summer job
a construction crew
a soffit falls
a reflex calls
subluxation
a shoulder sprawls
the pain
tore me in two
then
the surgeon too
my body rewritten
stitched up my parts
dressings changed
threads remained
my skin
renewed, almost glued
“You’re a fast healer”
until
the scar
wove
itself there
then spread
its wings
my body art
over
this
living heart.

image of scar

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s promptDay Twenty-Seven:  “Today, I’d like to challenge to write a poem inspired by an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. The entries are very vivid – maybe too vivid! But perhaps one of the sorrows will strike a chord with you, or even get you thinking about defining an in-between, minor, haunting feeling that you have, and that does not yet have a name.”

Author’s Note: See Scabulous. And I humbly ask, please, read the poem aloud.

 

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Your Tail Curls Me Round https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/26/your-tail-curls-me-round/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/26/your-tail-curls-me-round/#comments Mon, 26 Apr 2021 22:13:47 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10551

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A morning bed, a head that yearns
Makes my back burn
With your body that yearns
Makes my back, makes my back burn

Your panting a daily reprise
My awakening you baptize
And your panting a daily reprise
Keeps me alive, keeps me alive

You curled
Oh, the world curls around
Your tail unfurled around, ah
Unfurled, bangs me down

On my head, that tailed unfurled
Makes my back burn
With each wiggle you turn
Makes my back, makes my back burn, grrr
Hey, you, hey stop that you, hey

My awakening you baptize
The yearning in your eyes, keeps me alive
Turns this restful bed into a bestiary
Turns this lovers’ bed into a monastery

And the world, the world curls around
And world, and your tail, your tails bangs me down
And your fur unfurled, your tail uncurled, the world turns around
And your tail, and your curl, your tail my world curls around
Your tail turns me round

Ah, hey yeah, hey yeah
And your tail (hey yeah, ha), and your curl turns around (hey stop that yeah)
Unfurled my world opens there (hey yeah, hey)
Uncurled it lifts me up (ha, ha, yeah)
And the world (oh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, the world comes around (oh yeah, yeah)
And the world, and it’s all uncurled (oh yeah, yeah), the uncurled, it lifts me up (ha, ha, yeah)

Yeah hey, hey yeah
Every morning, hey,
Sanctuary, stay.

dog in bed

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s promptDay Twenty-Six:  “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a parody. Besides being fun, writing parodies can be a great way to hone your poetic skills – particularly your sense of rhyme and sound, as you try to mimic the form of an existing poem while changing the content. Just find a poem – or a song – that has always annoyed you, and write an altered, silly version of it. Or, alternatively, find a poem with a very particular rhyme scheme or form, and use that scheme/form as the basis for a poem that mocks something else.”

Author’s Note: To add some randomness to this challenge, instead of choosing an annoying song or piece, I committed to turning on the radio and choosing the very first song I heard for this. For those that need a hint, it is “She Sells Sanctuary” by The Cult, which is a song I have long loved. But I admit, I don’t know I’ll be able to listen to it quite the same way ever again.

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On the Occasion of a Sunday Shower https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/25/on-the-occasion-of-a-sunday-shower/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/25/on-the-occasion-of-a-sunday-shower/#comments Sun, 25 Apr 2021 20:25:17 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10546

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I lost myself in that conducted moment’s
quiet
awaiting the Sunday matinee when
rising
a canopy of batons began to sway
counting
the postured orchestra stirs black and white
alive
aroused with the tympani of striking drums
beating
the tapestry of my solitude
flashing
insights into a parallel world, divided,
sparking
a river dance of crystal feet
chiming
my xylophone world of steel
harmony
each note a feather stuck to the air
flying
the cellos staccato on their strings
cracking
a grey afternoon into spring.

rain drops on a leaf

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s promptDay Twenty-Five:  “write an “occasional” poem. What’s that? Well, it’s a poem suited to, or written for, a particular occasion. This past January, lots of people who usually don’t encounter poetry got a dose when Amanda Gorman read a poem at President Biden’s inauguration. And then she followed it up with a poem at the Superbowl (not traditionally an event associated with verse!) The poem you write can be for an occasion in the past or the future, one important to you and your family (a wedding, a birth) or for an occasion in the public eye (the Olympics, perhaps?)..”

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Whale of a Tale https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/24/whale-of-a-tale/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2021/04/24/whale-of-a-tale/#comments Sun, 25 Apr 2021 00:10:28 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10542

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It’s quite the sight to behold, this St Lawrence estuary
where inquisitive pregnant women loll in the water —
but seriously, be quiet, watch your motor mouths —
they’re irritated by the transient noise crossing the sounds.
Yes, they liquid beautiful in those dark blue waters
but mind your place and keep a shotgun handy …
in case of bears! silly. (What were you thinking?)
Not really the typical regimen of folic acid and supplements
these pregnant women’s diet is as varied as their habitats
hmm … how about some arctic cod? too bland?
may I interest you in some marine worms? Umm, yes …
would it help if they came in flavours of orange, grape, and cherry
No? how about a crustacean? you know, like some soft-shelled crab
served with a side of salmon, char or squid?
I personally think they’re foodies — I mean just listen:
I love their voices when they feed gleefully
gosh, these women make food itself moan with their
chirps, croaks, burps and grunts … even a moo.
Yes, it is surprising to read that pregnant women mate
in spring time, no less — so men, lock your doors I say —
and you might do to hire a full-time midwife — trust me
’cause with this particular pod, gestation can reach 14 months
ouch — no wonder those newborns are called calves
given the inch of fat they come bearing
but take care of these majestic maternal creatures
what we put into the water and air Brita’s can’t remove
as these pregnant women are found with a horrible
array of cancers and ulcers from PCBs and DDTs
that ring the arctic waters in which they swim and feast
ah, such beauty in those waters we should protect
so take a picture, shift your gaze, and let’s talk seals now.
beluga whale

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s promptDay Twenty-Four:  “Today’s (optional) prompt is a fun one. Find a factual article about an animal. A Wikipedia article or something from National Geographic would do nicely – just make sure it repeats the name of the animal a lot. Now, go back through the text and replace the name of the animal with something else – it could be something very abstract, like “sadness” or “my heart,” or something more concrete, like “the streetlight outside my window that won’t stop blinking.” You should wind up with some very funny and even touching combinations, which you can then rearrange and edit into a poem.”

Author’s Note: inspiration for this poem from p.904 of the December 1988 issue of National Geographic and the story “Whales: an era of discovery.”

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Is it you, always, or is it never me
I am immune of all responsibility
How do you live in the skin of your humanity
yes, it befell you, but I’m cloaked in invincibility
even though, true, I’m not river dipped like Achilles
but, I don’t need a walk light to cross carefree
smoking, eating let me gorge my belly
what do you think — my genes? obesity
I’m one with, I’m here, chosen by a deity
as you fumble with catechisms, your futility,
you should, you shall, you ought your reality
but look at me, not one disability
I don’t need a mask, what’s the probability,
I’m special — I’m different — on that, can’t we agree?

inside of a church

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s promptDay Twenty-Three:  “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that responds, in some way, to another. This could be as simple as using a line or image from another poem as a jumping-off point, or it could be a more formal poetic response to the argument or ideas raised in another poem. You might use a favorite (or least favorite poem) as the source for your response.”

Author’s Note: I took the first line of Robert Browning’s “The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church.” A poem I have long loved, though certainly not when I first read it in high school. That said, I studied it often and it has sat with me as one of the first poems that I had to really work at to understand and which in turn left it’s own mark.

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pulled
I remember
you
always there
thoughts
tarnished brass
etched
upon childhood
above
Oregon grape
twisted
chords together
chimes
toll time
notes
love letters
symbols
cracked silence
rings
an open door
invites
embrace acceptance
belonging
like a doorbell
Grandma
I hear.

 

bells hung on a door

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s promptDay Twenty-Two:  “This prompt … has the beauty of simplicity – but also the problems of simplicity, in that you really can’t sum up a culture in a single image or item, and you risk cliché if you try…. Following Poets & Writers’ prompt, today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem … underscores the strength of metonymy in poetry … that invokes a specific object as a symbol of a particular time, era, or place.”

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