Day 4 - Departure Poem

Nap

I have to get away.
Not for long.
But I have to get away

Or I will walk into a truck
just by accident
Or say things I mean
or try to button my zipper

I need to lie down
to have my fingers vanish from me
and, as they do,
erase my brow
my sides
some name
I had.

A field opens up,
leads away, wind stirred, in all directions.

This, at last, is me.

PAD 2 - Spring

For today’s prompt, write a secret poem. The poem itself could be a secret, or it could be about keeping secrets or, I suppose, not keeping them. Or maybe it’s about a top secret project, or the poem is a riddle with some sort of secret meaning. Or, well, I’ll let you figure out how best to poem secretively.



How can it be a secret
when my heart shouts for you
rings my ears for you

Does your name not peal across great spaces?

You don't look up
but I know you know.

I want you to know.

I want to slip
a yellow, baby chick
into your warm hands

it: trembling of its own newness
trembling more
to be in the cup
of your gentle hold

what's next

to be considered
by you
who would feel
the little form turning

the scared heartbeat
tapping against your own precious living

Poem a day • April 2015 • Day One

Though I am busier that shite ... gonna try it.  
Will try to wrangle these in a certain direction.
Will see if it works.




For today’s prompt, write a resistance poem. There are many forms of resistance, including militant resistance, resistance to new ideas, the resistance in exercise, and maybe even a little resistance to starting a new project. I hope you don’t resist the urge to write a poem today.



There is only resistance 
where there is intention, will, effort.

And then the force denying:
the wheel, the cap, the relationship stuck
the white of the page,
the cloying hours of the afternoon
the decades of habit that make your eyes 
look at your eyes in the mirror
and look away in disappointment.

But not today.
Resistance has been surrounded on all sides
by perseverance which, sharing the will, eases the will

forced effort let's go
push back let's go

and writing about love
now and spring 
and time
time left

and love
spills 
down the page