Tuesday, June 16, 2009

the unexpected

" Sooo, for this week's prompt, I want you to write a poem about the unexpected. It could be something along the lines of the completely unexpected episode I recently experienced. Or it could be an unexpected act of kindness, an unexpected visitor, an unexpected gift, etc.


I held onto his long back and he lept in his length, like he might, in a perfect arc over seven stadium rows and a stunned person, or two. For that little moment, we flew.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Catharsis 101




One - Acknowlegement

The spots on my hands tell me when it is.
The books, unreturned to my shelf, tell me how I am pretending.
The numbers I don't look at, also tell a truth.
And the empty pillow. That too.

Two - Collection

I gather the little furniture.
I imbue it with meaning.
I grow smaller to fit in its world,
to rock in a chair, the size of my thumb
to shrink to the size of the story

Three - Destruction
I could freeze this codified image until it cracks.
Leave it outside until it the straight lines go soft.
Flood it down the gutter of the public street,
Break it with an ax, a hammer, a brick, but
burning is best.

Four - Composting
Around my flower, unwatered,
- water- and now ash from a tiny chair
in which I will not grow old.
The first sentence of my next story
is pushing up
green
out of the ground.
and I am listening.