...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 27
For today's prompt, take the phrase "Blame the (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, use the new phrase as the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Some example titles might include: "Blame the rain," "Blame the loud-mouthed jerk in the row behind us," "Blame the ref," etc.
Blame the clock
that can't think of anything to do
but go round and round
or tick, flip, blip forward
and forward
Or to vary even
the round and round
It's its fault we have to go through contortions
saying, 'Not yet. It's gone so fast."
or watch in slow motion
the red light
reflected in the red pool
the silver arc of the tire
cutting an arc in the red pool
the glass shattering so slowly
one could see the pieces
like meteorites
one could count them almost
and how slowly the head nods
forward into it
the glass for a moment a crown
a necklace
a dazzling diamond vest
just one second
blame the clock
we have learned to see so much
it will not slow
nor speed away
but tick
as we wait in the lobby
and look at it
a white door will open
sometime
and
sometime, tick
an answer
will come
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