Nothing
much to say today
My thoughts
have dried and blown away.
No joyful
verse with a cherry ring
no lyrics
for anyone to sing
no
humor, no sorrow, no angry rants
about
liars with fires in their pants.
No
sentimental sop, no wishful dreaming,
no
outraged protests to be read screaming,
no
flights of fancy or bumble bees,
no
pleading to deities on my knees.
Nothing much
to say today,
the muse
has stolen my words away.
Today
someone was shot.
I live
in America.
In
America
someone
is shot every day.
At least
one person dies
every
day
in my
state.
Many people
are shot
in my
country every day
because I
live in America
land of
the brave.
And you’d
better be brave
because
tomorrow
you may
be the one
to get
shot.
Just Call Me Alice
I’m at a
loss.
This
world doesn’t make
sense to me.
Everyone
is in a rush,
worried over
being late,
and I
can never quite catch up.
People hide
behind false smiles,
bright
and frightening.
And soon
as I figure something out
it all
changes.
Little
things become big deals,
as easy
as pie (or cake).
Everything
I know
falls
around me like a house of cards.
How do I
wake from this nightmare?
You wax
I wane
your ecstasy
is my
pain
my loss
is your
gain
and your
ease
becomes
my strain
My
silence
your
phrase
you curse
while I
praise
Your
clarity
is my haze
your map
my maze
and my
ashes
ignite
your blaze
The writing prompt from dVerse is a quadrille. Today, your 44 word poem must contain the
word “blaze” or a derivative.
NaPoWriMo prompt for today:
Write a
sijo which is a traditional Korean verse form with three lines of 14-16
syllables. The first line introduces the
poem’s theme, the second discusses it, and the third line, which is divided
into two sentences or clauses, ends the poem – usually with some kind of twist
or surprise.
I walk
through streets of broken glass
lined with empty buildings
In this vacant
town even the ghosts
have moved away
Here I will
set up house
with all my memories of you
I have a
lalpful of cat this morning.
He’s
large and orange and purring and
does not
care one bit that I need to write today.
I
suppose this is the crazy cat lady version of,
“the dog
ate my homework”
Somewhere
a fire is burning,
dry
leaves and unleavened loaves
turning
to ash
with
unabashed women
stirring,
stirring,
until
the flames regain their whirling heights
hungrily
devouring all in their path
souring
our ideas of power
And the
dry ash flies up
on the
wind
independent
of even gravity,
dancing
and drifting with the depravity
of fiery
demons
And somewhere
winds are shrieking
blowing,
billowing, and peaking
above the
church’s spire
higher
and wilder
catching
up papers, leaves, rags, and sheaves.
Then lightning
strikes, it sparks
