Monarch Migration

I hurried 

     from five blocks down the street

          equipped with a jar

               and father’s fishnet

so much orange

was more than I expected that August day

the white of milkweed in the field

     fluttered with brilliance of orange

          a cluster of milkweed and butterflies

two or three 

     clung to a single stem

while some rode others

     on their backs

          sun upon their wings 

and few would fly

     as they sucked a clover flower

I stood and picked

     as though they were poppies

          to fill my jar

and only when

     next to the coolness of glass

               did those wings start to pound

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Monarch Migration

The Antiself

I would sing a song of myself
but I can’t sing

Write a story where I am the main character
but I can’t write about me

See a picture thinking this is I
but make it someone else

Now I sing of them
instead of me

I write their story as though
it were mine

it is a picture
that moves through my time

Now I can sing
write
see

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dVerse prompt on a song of myself

The Antiself

Scent

a small tabu

just a little too

of all these things we knew

what was and was not tabu

greater was my sin

of all the scents combined 

it spread on the skin very thin

 a choice was made every time 

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dVerse prompt using two brands of perfume – these two (My Sin and Tabu) my mother kept on her dresser.  

Scent

Django Fontina

I had been practicing my django fontina for almost a year. There was something about being somewhere or nowhere and dropping the postcard poem addressed to someone I never knew. It started in the summer after my third grade when I entered my name in a postcard pyramid scheme. It was more fun to get than to give. I got postcards of moose in Canada, Lake Okoboji, farmland in Indiana, and cats. My favorite were the cats; cats in baskets, cat in a shoe, cat being fed some milk. At some point the getting and giving stopped and I was left with a pile of postcards, a few scrawled out words from other soon to be fourth graders and all those images.

My adult postcarding has way more words. Most adults like words but are limited by the amount of space they are allowed on the back (or front) of a small piece of thick paper. I enjoy being limited in my words. My getting django fontina is limited because I don’t always know where I am half the time and the P.O. won’t forward.

return to sender

poems sent out to the world

to complete stranger

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Doing a double take on dVerse prompt on “poem” (How Does a Poem Mean? I think that is a book I studied by John Ciardi) and NaPoWriMo on switching up so in this case it is better to get than to give.

Django Fontina