NaPoWriMo Day 30: Charming Portia

Don white gloves, and your best pearl earrings. Saunter through the mist. How winsome you look,  one finger placed just so upon your glossy lip. There… he noticed. He’s coming your way. Don’t run!   Advertisements

NaPoWriMo Day 29: Woman Without a Name

  Protect your heart against the winds that rattle the bones of sea grass. Listen. It howls for you, but your own red lips cannot remember  your name.        

NaPoWriMo Day 28: Run Letitia Run

Run. The dry grass may catch and ruin your stockings. Never you mind. Keep on. Whatever’s following will fall away, just don’t stop too long, or  look too longingly behind.  

NaPoWriMo Day 27

Bartholomew.    Big orange head. Last cage top left. Situation: Homeless. It’s not just him on the street.      

NaPoWriMo Day 26: z is for Zen haiku

J.W. Hackett, on writing haiku, said: “Remember that haiku is a finger pointing at the moon, and if the hand is bejeweled, we no longer see that to which it points.” Deep within the stream the huge fish lie motionless facing the current by J.W. Hackett  Indian pipes rise. Pale ghosts, why hang your heads? Shed…

NaPoWriMo Day 25: Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree…  I made fun of Yeats in my day 9 poem,  but The Lake Isle of Innisfree  is a favorite…  My NaPoWriMo North Lake Inspire poem…  This moment. Right now. Seeming like nothing. This is It. You’ll spend your life looking ahead. You’ll reach the distant sweeping shore. When your feet…

NaPoWriMo Day 24: x is for existence

A selection from Stephen Crane’s The Black Riders and Other lines… the poems in this collection question our place and purpose in the world.   A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.”              …

NaPoWriMo Day 23: W is for Will Shakespeare

I’m not highlighting the wonderful William Shakespeare tonight because of his sonnets (though they’re pretty fine), but  because  his plays read like poetry.   Such mastery of language…    to quote M.C. Hammer: Can’t touch this! Oh, and Happy Birthday, Mr. Shakespeare! And without further ado,  and at the risk of sounding old, my NaPoWriMo poem…

NaPoWriMo Day 22: V is for V.R. Lang

Who is this V.R. Lang you speak of, Frank O’Hara?  I’d like to  inspire  lines like these:   … ride horseback in pink linen, be happy! and ride with your beads on, because it rains. For now, I’ll  write my own lines… so without further ado,  my NaPoWriMo poem… Don’t ever believe that the night doesn’t see you with its…

NaPoWriMo Day 21: U is for Updike

I just read a poem by John Updike that made me cry.    I won’t post it here, but if you click on his name, it will hyperlink to the poem…  You’ll have to get your own box of tissues. And without further ado,  my NaPoWriMo poem… So kind of the night to come with its dark…

NaPoWriMo Day 20: T is for Time Out

Time out!  Just kidding.  No time outs from this condensery.  Right, Lorine Niedecker?   Poet’s Work showed me that good writing is an act of condensing.   So without further ado,  my NaPoWriMo poem: That  big soft pillow all the day waits to cradle your dream-laden head.  

NaPoWriMo Day 19: S is for Stein

Gertrude Stein’s poems aren’t for everyone.  They’re abstract and difficult to understand- but lovely when the rhythm of the words is heard.  Her children’s book, The World is Round is wonderful-  a little nonsensical… and best of all, about a girl named Rose. Here’s my NaPoWriMo poem… dark in contrast to the lighthearted World is Round, but sometimes the poems  just fall…