Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The Real Stuff (OctPoWriMo Entry #30)

The Real Stuff

I don’t write the real stuff,
the dig down learn to deal stuff,
the fingers-deep insertion of hand into soul;
It’s too hard.  The ribs guard their treasure,
every hope and every measure of grace
that the human race can manage
together with the damage
of unkind words, the pick of
carrion birds, the worse works
of what, waking, we never say.

Poet's Note:  The prompt was to explore the dark...metaphorically.  I think my new favorite genre of poem is the "excuse" poem...I feel I've become something of an expert.  What can I say?

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

An Epitaph (OctPoWriMo Entry #29)

An Epitaph
              -slightly premature

Here lies the body
of one not yet dead.
She woke to the silk
of a casket-shaped bed,
her fingers in splinters,
worms on her tongue,
prayers slipping unheard
from diminishing lungs.

Poet's Note:  The prompt was to write an epitaph, which could be humorous or not, creepy or not, etc.  I angled for creepy...'cause creepy is fun.  And I'll admit...buried alive is creepy as it gets.  Lol!  Happy Halloween!

Monday, October 28, 2013

Learning to Breathe (OctPoWriMo Entry #28)

Learning to Breathe

I don’t know who I am yet;
I’m still evolving,
solving the
dilemma of
gills, the chilling
realization that there are
sharks in the water.

Poet's Note:  The prompt was to write a poem about someone who helped to shape me.  It's a fantastic prompt but not one I'm prepared to address today.  But, in my own way, I responded to the prompt.  

Sunday, October 27, 2013

A Monster (OctPoWriMo Entry #27)

A Monster
-from the dark

the skin sheath
of my costume
shape intention, and teeth
like gleaming windows in the gloom
offer open exhibition of doom,
as a smile - pointed seams, swallowed dreams, careful tones –
invites visitors.  Appeased, I consume
all offerings, just as a tomb
accepts all that bequeath
body.  I loom,
take your breath,
your death

Poet's Note:  The prompt...daring...with a diatelle.  We could choose several rhyme schemes...I decided to try the diatelle.  My last couple of "b" rhymes aren't perfect...but I still like how it turned out.  Let me know what you think.

Avoiding the Subject (OctPoWriMo #26)

Avoiding the Subject
                -a poem on family

I prefer to dig at oblique angles,
edging the shape of it with sand-box
abandon, never defining, always
refining, the zen garden
pleasures of mental review.

I keep treasures there, bits of
the past like time-soothed
pieces of glass, cool
against my fingers.

That is enough.

Poet's Note:  The prompt was family.  My brain didn't really want to go there today so...this is what you get.  I think it does capture my general feelings about the subject though.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

The Fat Man (OctPoWriMo Entry #25)

The fat man cometh,
red faced and jolly, wreathed
in green holly and ready to
molly-coddle the kids. 

I miss Santa. 

The fat man cometh,
huffing and puffing, hurriedly
stuffing bright packages under a
green needle fringe. 

I miss Santa. 

The fat man cometh,
a myth made of kindness,
a benevolent blindness,
the mindless insistence
that people are good.

I miss Santa.

Let the fat man come.

Poet's Note:  The prompt was to explore a favorite holiday.  I went with Christmas.  I have an older poem that really capture my thoughts on Christmas so, for this one, I thought I'd aim for light-hearted.  Not sure I quite hit my mark but it was fun.