OctPoWriMo, Day 16 (Poem 15)

ReclaimingHi, my name is Jess and I hate poetry!!

Ok, no.  That’s a lie.  It’s a lie that currently feels like a truth, even though I know that what I’m frustrated with isn’t poetry (or even the poems I’m producing, given that I’m adhering to strict time frames, forms, and themes), it’s my own issues with time management and my inability to organize my thoughts.  But that’s another entry.  Here’s a poem.

This is a form called a landay, which I’ve played with before and actually kind of like.


Noise

The rush of traffic in the distance;
Like the crash of waves breaking against the winter shore,

Like the wind through the dying trees,
Branches trembling like children who forgot their coats.

The noise in the silence: the hum of life,
The adrenaline thrum of blood rushing in our ears,

The pulse of a heart, a gentle breath;
The whine of longing after a lover breaks a kiss,

The sharp, dry crack of leaves underfoot,
The breeze eddying in grass, a carelessly slammed door,

The creak of old windows in a storm,
The roar of rain on tired asphalt; boots in puddles.

Listen to the so-called silence.
Life is screaming to be heard, and we are deaf to it.


We are over the hump!  OctPoWriMo is more than half over – how are you all doing?  Link up are closed, but it’s always worth following along!

OctPoWriMo, Day 14 (Caught Up)

ReclaimingHere is another form I’d never tried before, called a minute poem, that I also don’t like – but hey, you never know until you try, right?


Youth, Unprepared

We planted flowers that late Spring
Sad, silly things
We were unskilled
And they were killed

We cared for birds with wounded wings
Too young to sing
How hard we cried
When they all died

We fell in love in early youth
Despite the truth
We weren’t prepared
To be laid bare


OctPoWriMo is almost half over, but please follow along if you’re moved to!

OctPoWriMo, Day 14 (Poem 13)

ReclaimingFor Day 13, I actually used the prompt, “If I was You” (though I didn’t use the prompt suggestion, as it was the blitz (again), and I’d already written two this month (and don’t love them as a form)).  I did a Spanish form called the décima instead.


If I Were You

If I were you, I’d pack my bags;
How long did you think you could
Still hide the truth before it would
Come crashing down?  All those red flags
You flew have finally got you snagged.
And I’m not sad to see you go;
More sorry for the wasted years
I’ve spent, and all the futile tears
I’ve spilled.  I’m glad that now I know.
Just one more heartache to forgo.


OctPoWriMo – a 31 poems in 31 days challenge.  Follow along; officially link ups are closed, but don’t let that stop you from writing if the mood hits!

OctPoWriMo, Day 14 (Poem 12)

ReclaimingHello!  The wedding was lovely, for those interested — very cute, very “them.”  I didn’t take photos (I opted to actually enjoy the evening with my family, and trust me, there was no dearth of photos taken), and I am now lounging and mentally prepping for the work week ahead.

I am actually up-to-date with OctPoWriMo, this is just the first chance I’ve had to post since Friday.  Poem 11 is a series of haiku.


Sleeping in Shadows

Streetlights through curtains
Silken and diaphanous
Cast us in relief

Here you are film noir
Beautiful in monochrome
Light and dark entwined

Shadows shift like masks
A dark parade of strangers
Utterly entranced

Always you are loved
But there’s magic in moonlight
Here in this moment


OctPoWriMo is a month of poetry writing!  Link ups are closed, but follow along if the mood strikes.

Friday, Fri-yay: October 12th, 2018

& (1)Hey yo, it’s Friday!

I’ve been having an uncharacteristically productive week, creatively, and hope to have a good balance of work/pleasure this weekend, the highlight of which will be my cousin’s wedding tomorrow evening.  All in all, things seem to be moving along pretty smoothly, but I’ve gotta say, it’s still pretty great to hit the weekend.  So, Bear is in bed, I’m sitting here, munching on some homemade empanadas, sipping on some Grand Mariner, and enjoying the quiet.

This week:

Last week I mentioned that The Good Place was back, but did I mention Forking Bullshirt was back, and have I ever mentioned the official The Good Place podcast I love Bullshirt because I love the geeky fan discussion (from the perspective of geeky fans!), and I love the official podcast for the behind the scenes insight and how lovely and adorable the cast and crew all are.  If you are at all interested in the show, you might want to check out the podcasts.

NaNoWriMo prep is starting full-force, and I’m so excited to give it a go this year.  I’m trying my hand at… I guess it would be categorized as magical realism, and I’m kind of nervous but also really psyched to try something different from my usual lit!fic attempt.  I’ve been reading the forums the last few nights and need to find time to incorporate NaNo prep work and NaNo socialization into my schedule.

Did anyone else grow up watching a lot of magic on TV?  Because I recently found a few  old David Copperfield specials on YouTube.  Ahhhh, I don’t have a lot to say about this, except, maaaan I remember these so vividly, and I remember those nights those specials aired on TV being like, a big deal in my house, when we all settled in together to watch them.

I got a lovely compliment at work today from one of our SLPs, who had been talking to one of the school psychologists who had done an observation in one of my classrooms, and was apparently very impressed with how good I am with the kids and how well I work with all of them.  I don’t want to sound snotty – I know that I’m good at my job – but it’s so, so nice to hear someone appreciate my efforts.

I think that’s all for this week.  What’s been carrying you all alone lately?

OctPoWriMo, Day 11

Reclaiming

Here There Are Trees

Here there are trees,
Reaching ever upward, they strive
For whatever is just out of reach.

My tongue had forgotten the sweetness of air;
Back home, tenacious weeds grow through cracks, but
Here there are trees,

Trees that bear fruit, sweet and supple,
And children clamoring to feast;
Reaching ever upward, they strive.

There is joy here, and hope, in their wanting,
In the exciting possibility and longing
For whatever is just out of reach.


This was written for OctPoWriMo (link ups closed, but please read along and/or join in!)  This was written according to the suggested form of a cascade poem.

OctPoWriMo, Day 10

ReclaimingI’m going to warn people in advance, compliments on this poem are likely to be met with a “thanks! I hate it” brand of reaction.

I genuinely love doing these writing challenges – I think they are going to go a long way towards helping me reclaim my creativity, and the poetry ones often introduce me to new forms and styles, some of which I end up really loving. But just as often, I find forms that just really don’t work for me.

And that’s fine.  I’m not the be-all-and-end-all of poets.  I’m sure there are poets who love this form (called the converse, today’s OctPoWriMo form suggestion) and can knock it out of the park.  But the older I get, the less fond I am of rhyming couplets. I find when I write in rhyming couplets, I just feel like I wind up sounding like I’m writing a mother goose rhyme.  I can sometimes counter this somewhat with well-placed enjambment, but even so.

Maybe you feel differently.  Please tell me what you think.


In Your Smile

There’s a lightness that beguiles
In each glimmer of your smile.

I think it’s what had most stood out
When first we met – that perfect pout

Split so wide in such a cheeky grin –
That dazzling joy that did me in.

There’s nothing in this world so beautiful
And someone loving life, so rich and full;

And you, who sees joy and beauty everywhere
Buoy me up until I almost walk on air.


This was poem was written for OctPoWriMo!  Link ups are closed, but don’t let that stop you from writing if the mood strikes!