Day 8- Write a cinquain on a topic of your choice. maybe she lost all that weight so you could get used to seeing your giants shrink to nothing.
To The Stump In my Garden
Day 7- Take a walk until you find a tree you identify with, then write a poem using the tree as a metaphor for yourself or your life. To the stump in my garden that has begun to sprout Mere days after its branches have been shorn: Teach me whatever lessons you have learned How to give thanks for your still solid roots And how to recalibrate the hardened fibres of your bark And make life once more.
Lemons
Day 5- Write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour. My mouth puckers at the taste But it is not without a lesson: Take nothing without a pinch of salt
In Your Old Age
Day 3- Find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem. Senescence is the great equaliser. great men, average men, men of faith, men of none living life with the promise that some of its secrets will be revealed but all you will ever learn are verbs like forgetting and dying.
Upon Review
Day 2- Who was the last person you texted? Write a five-line poem to that person. I cannot write about you. Poetry reveals truths And I cannot hear those truths Without revealing hurts. I still have not healed from your last wounds.
Light Pollution
“the light reveals all sins,” she always said. but the dark shows me the stars.
Back Home
(Lyrics from Back Home by Andre Tanker) i went away / i leave an i come back home / i come back to stay / i must see meh way It feels as though every time I leave, it takes longer to come back. first six months, then nine, now ten– as if they have been grooming me to leave forever. I ask myself how people could leave for years and years and never look back? not even once? But the truth is, it gets easier. What is one year more when you’ve been gone for five? or ten?…
Alphabet Love Song
Alphabet Love Song (For PC 37, 38, 39) A B C D E F G H… H… H… H has become too heavy a letter for me. Home, heart, hurt… Heavy because home is where the heart is And being here has halved my heart hundreds of times So each of you can take it home with you. And with your heart in over 80 countries, There can only be hurt. A B C D E F G H I J K L Hurt and longing. Longing for those you may never see again And for those whom seeing everyday…
Sins of the Flesh
Flesh only begets more flesh And this flesh of mine -formed in sin and shapened in iniquity- knows only lust and I dance between longings. Flesh begets more flesh.
Passions
i can’t keep twistingmy ankles to dance orbreaking my heart to write