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Nature
leaves
fingerprints

A dead tulip petal

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt:  try your hand at a minimalist poem. What’s that? Well, a poem that is quite short, and that doesn’t really try to tell a story, but to quickly and simply capture an image or emotion….

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How?
how do I learn
where does patience come from
when “It’s not fair” for the fiftieth time
after a special-made breakfast
made under the moonlight
after a day of rushing
and time is always tight
because I was late for work — again —
after we say “Sorry — the money is spent”
on baseball and brand new cleats
no dollars for a bracelet from China
after making Lego past bedtime
and my wife waits for a kiss
and I delay writing another rhyme?

How?
how do I study
when tears fill my eyes
“I hate you”
when I pour peroxide on an arm
tears fill his eyes
when he rides a wobbly bike
for the first time
when he can’t subtract
and tears sheets in his class
when we bake cookies
and lick the spoons
can taste ginger three ways
and stare at a blood moon
then slam the door
because bed time
came too soon?

How?
how do I teach
when I never learned
what I watched was fumbling
torn from Dr Spock
instead filled with silence for hours
of Mr Spock
alienation vs alien nation
a language imitated
imagined initiated
writ in actions and words
of purchase
time not counted
and hugs and kisses spent
what’s enough
when guilt is still
a perpetual feeling
for not being
a pro?

How?
how do I meditate
on being a father
of a boy
arrived at three
an imported dowry
of our marriage
and cry for fear
my heart is not clear
that tears are not enough
to nurture
so I bark
and I command
and hold sacred my mission
tight
with precision
How —
do I find calm
in a storm
when I get one
chance
and love blows
like kisses
across the playground
when everyone’s around
and doubt seeds my
every
day
and I worry
that love
grows too slow
and will
he
i
be
a good man —
How?

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt:  Today, I’d like to challenge you to blend these concepts into your own work, by producing a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility, on an emotion you have felt powerfully. You might try including a dramatic, declarative statement, like Hass’s “All the new thinking is about loss,” or O’Hara’s “It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so.” Or, like, Baudelaire, you might try addressing your feeling directly, as if it were a person you could talk to. There are as many approaches to this as there are poets, and poems.

 

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30 Poems in 30 Days

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…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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a monarch with a sceptre — scented
gold be the purpose — powdered
ink that divines — my kingdom

I am a ray of white — sunlight
blinded — impenetrable — bright
a dissected rainbow — in my sight
reflected on the unscribed — wax

I am an emerald chain — free
upon these lands — to see
to make — to write — eternity
in the death — of a petal

Tulip Stamen

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt:  challenge you to try your hand at a meta-poem of your own.

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30 Poems in 30 Days

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Does it make sense — really? — to compare any day?
Cause — really! — what’s a  normal day in May
Doesn’t really matter this Canadian spring we get
We all know it’s short — and snow in April is wet —
But then we get this smokin hot day out of nowhere
And I feel friggin old — like what’s happening to my hair —
But shit happens they say — age is just a number
Everything gets old — just like talkin’ ’bout the weather
But some things are forever — not just winter, here —
I’m not giving up hope ’cause, Babe, we got beer
Screw winter when I’m with you — and screw school nights —
Let’s drink chardonnay till the sun rises and night is light
Let’s not stop — let’s grow old together– really!
As long as we have wine, we’re ready for any eternity.

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt:  “remix” a Shakespearean sonnet.

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Iceberg

A snowflake is
an iceberg
fallen into a warming sea
an iceberg is
an ocean wave
melted on the plastic shore
an ocean wave is
a hazy sky
pressing the humidex high
a hazy sky
is a raindrop
running on smokey cars
a raindrop is
a river rough
washing an empty salmon bed
a river rough
is a thirsty cup
pulled from a recycled path
a thirsty cup
is life returned
from our overflowing world.

Iceberg

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt: write a poem that uses repetition. You can repeat a word, or phrase. You can even repeat an image, perhaps slightly changing or enlarging it from stanza to stanza, to alter its meaning. There are (perhaps paradoxically) infinite possibilities in repetition.

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Paw prints cling to air
Memory touches golden fur
Dry ash coats my mouth

Weeping salt stings sight
Your breath, still, falls on my heart
Autumn you’re a thief.

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt
write a poem that:

  • Is specific to a season
  • Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
  • Includes a rhetorical question, (like Keats’ “where are the songs of spring?”)

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the phone calls would come —
just after dinner time She would reach out
across the miles and connect through a coiled cord —
“ah-huh — he’s here — yes, Hadrian’s Wall — got it —
I’ll tell him — yes, of course — I love you too, Mom”
express more fully and in greater detail
and my eyes would open, dilate with purpose
and I’d fan out as my curiosity increased
bolstered with my mission to serve,
to prove, be, become, be seen, I’d  search
the spines of the 23 volumes of Britannica
hake a family of fish in northern oceans
don’t over cook or it will dwindle
hades son of cronus — also a place
the ancient greeks — wait: did it enlarge
become distended, swollen over the years? —
and there, with Hadrian, my cheeks
would outstretch into a smile and my
nine year old chest, would rise,
puff up and I’d be ready for Her
aggrandizement to be magnified
in Her steady, unyielding, wave of esteem
“begun in 122 AD — a checkpoint —
at the height of roman expansion —
a defence — a monument in time”
no longer circumscribed by doubt
condensed by contracted commands
that defined my futility — I was amplified
as I reached for the cord to bridge
the significantly large area
between — and shared, volumnized,
explicated and abridged the two pages
into a moment of triumph — my
knowledge expanded by Love.

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt:  write a poem that is inspired by a reference book. Locate a dictionary, thesaurus, or encyclopedia, open it at random, and consider the two pages in front of you to be your inspirational playground for the day. Maybe a strange word will catch your eye, or perhaps the mishmash of information will provide you with the germ of a poem. ”

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Green Swallowtail Caterpillar

Like a ribbon of verdant grass
curled around my finger
I remember my youth of
running barefoot through the grass
and clover chasing the flight of
butterflies over Okanagan air
like the wind whispering love
to the tail of a dancing kite
pale sulfur sails panel the blue
as long crooked legs come alight
upon a lilac that coats the air
wafting my imagination like
spotted palms fanning a throne
staring back with wide black eyes
oh to yearn, to reach, to touch,
would be to burst a rainbow
floating full of blown soap bubbles
with the soft prick of a new Peace
Rose its soft white, blushing cheeks
warm to the words of a child
who wished he too could fly away
vanish in a cocoon of metamorphosis
and awaken to the satiating promise
of a garden moving with summer dill.

 

Green Swallowtail Caterpillar

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt:  write a poem about an animal. If you’d like to take a look at some other poems for inspiration, you might like James Dickey’s “The Dusk of Horses,” or Tennyson’s “The Eagle.”

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30 Poems in 30 Days

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…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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i see — with the light
with each season
and my mood, i see
differently —
my eyes change
with the afternoon
with the wane of the sun
the see a shimmer of
skin
in the shadows of a
a candle
my eyes alight
inside the twisting fire
but in a lens
they blink
and the world becomes
bigger and smaller
at once when
they see in macro
the extraordinary
ignored in everyday
the eroticism of a flower
the iridescence of a beetle
caught in the estrous
of the moon
i see cranberry — white
in bloom, the iron history
of a ship flaking in dry dock
amber seep from a lodge-pole pine
the forests of dried up
moss and lichen
textures on the air
the boulders of grains
upon a crab wet with the tide
i see the clairvoyance
of the day
in a raindrop upon the morning
daylily bent in slumber
i see the ephemeral
hair upon a caterpillar
hungry on a leaf
dusty butterfly wings
or the drunk feet of bumblebees
heavy with sticky sedum
or the crocus birthing the spring
i see love reflected in the darkness
of an eye
closing upon the world.

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt:  write a poem that engages with another art form – it might be about a friend of yours who paints or sculpts, your high school struggles with learning to play the French horn, or a wonderful painting, film, or piece of music you’ve experienced – anything is in bounds here, so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.

 

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30 Poems in 30 Days

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…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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Blackbird on Chimney

Blackbirds fly from the rusted chimney
a talisman of smoke and wings
choking my eyes with their stillness
while worms walk their wasteland
marshalling their parade out of a prison
that melts away into memory.
Sunshine collides with the clouds
forging them into steel tears
that baptize our salted corpse
and resurrect hope from a cobbler’s
coffin, leather be the soul of your name.
Squirrels square their solidarity
remembering their buried foxholes
of deciduous fruit-meat, a hungry
man’s dinner for a perfect midnight
dessert drizzled with winter’s permafrost.
Garlic and chives impregnate the day
with phallic shafts of jade jetting from
the richness of autumn, past the dark
through the decayed black death of winter,
a vaccine injected intravenously from the spring.

Blackbird on Chimney

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt:  write a poem that, like The Color of Pomegranates and “City That Does Not Sleep,” incorporates wild, surreal images. Try to play around with writing that doesn’t make formal sense, but which engages all the senses and involves dream-logic.

 

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30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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