Today we juiced instead of coffee
invigorating ginger shots and beet juice
combinations of lime and carrots
snapchat your birthday morning juice bar celebration
of aging up and passing the bar
your youth my recompense
Now you have to go and I am
looking out the window
onto a morning before coffee
a Toads prompt from day 30 of writing a poem a day
this was instapoetry based on a photo of looking out the window
I remember reading Lorca in the rain
“amethyst of yesterday and breeze of this moment,
I want to forget them!”
I remember sorrow in knowing of his death
“. . . waiting in the algae or in the chair, their night,
I want to forget them!”
I remember Lorca yet I want to forget
NaPoWriMo prompt on remembering
from The Selected Poems of Federico Garcia Lorca – Useless Song
It is fun planting a garden in Texas. Then the rains come and wash it away and what was a line is scattered about. See the little sprouts making their way especially the beet sprouts which are gone the next day. Keep the deer away, the slugs and raccoons, all the other garden predators that will be coming here soon. The garden was planted, I had taken great care to aline all the rows so I can watch it grow, or not.
NaPoWriMo prompt to write a story and run it backwards. Either way I have trouble gardening in Texas.
It was the summer of pirates
Jolly Roger crew
set sail on the high seas
of Iowa grassland
Swords and muskets drawn
we plundered and raved
under the pirate’s flag
leaping from ship to shore
from the old Navy cot
to the Walker’s rockery
I was captain
my two year old sister
the happy stowaway
content to sit on the meandering vessel
while others walked the plank
at my command
We sailed for days
There was no treasure
only a map
tucked in my pirate belt
that led us in search of that
which we knew not
Jesus said He saw the fall like lightning He saw Lucifer fall
What a shock to hit the ground without song to sing a third of angels lost wing
Separated from their God temptation now to man least we never understand
Some of the machinery would be left
new pieces could always be bought
on the installment plan
gaunt staring motionless
wheels rising from mounds of brick rubble
ragged weeds with a quality
profoundly astonishing
gutted boilers lifting
their rusting bodies
unsmoking stacks
an air of stubborn
baffled and bemused
upon a stumppocked scene of
profound and peaceful desolation
unplowed untilled
gutting slowly into red
choked ravines
beneath the long quiet rain of autumn
the galloping fury of vernal equinoxes
long sentence of William Faulkner made into poem
from chapter one of Light in August
Profound that this one sentence held a whole description of
what was occurring in his times.
Faulkner’s world record of longest sentence in literature has
now been surpassed.
On Houston freeway about 3:10
Traffic is moving on right and on left
Someone swerves over and cuts me off
beep – beep beep – beep – beep
I must keep going to places I know
There is need for a lane change No
Speeding up on my rear regardless of blinker
Beep – Beep Beep – Beep – Beep
Now 35 in a 60 is incredibly slow
Are you texting while talking and eating a roll?
This can’t be the fast lane when behind this guy
beep – beep beep – Beep – BEEP
Out in the distance I see traffic slow
There is a long back up to exit 59
People are cutting in and making everyone go
BEEP – BEEP BEEP – BEEP – BEEP
NaPoWriMo prompt a chorus of honks
You’re sItting here with us, but you’re also out walking
in a field at dawn. Past the wheat stalks
bent from the approaching harvest.
You are the One waiting
whispering into the eastern sky
light spokes out of the clouds opening.
You’re sitting here with us, but you’re also out walking.
NaPoWriMo prompt to use first line of a poem.
This is the first line of Rumi’s poem The Diver’s Clothes Lying Empty
Poet is Priest
Holy to the task
Sacrifice at the altar
Priestly garments
With pomegranates
of turquoise and jasper
NaPoWriMo prompt to use the first line of another person’s poem.
This is the first line of Allen Ginsberg’s poem Death to Van Gogh’s Ear!
My onomatomania was simple,
simply unenthusiastically simple.
Anachronistically speaking
I knew it would never be simple.
What a simple approach to life
was held by the valetudinarian,
the intercolonization of simple
cells to take away carcinogenicity.
With simple histomorphology
we can simply change the world.
NaPoWriMo prompt to use complex with simple words
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