Mind Song – Day 30 – so long





Madness tangled tightly

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Day 28 – A Poem Should Make you Wonder

a pearl-sized pea
of the universal space
in me

Forged in the cold clammy night pressure
its hard voice
its opulent luster of pretty
words strung together
on a fat, greasy neck

The sands The storms
The ever-effulgent Cry of Life
remember when you were born
that first sound
you made
I think I cried

Fresh black ink
and there sits my lips atop floating
like pink rose petals
drenched in a suffocating measure
of time running out

I wonder why that lioness lay atop me so serene
Frighteningly comfortable
I couldn’t scream

I dream Beauty with Bed Sores

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Day 27 – Sonnet 1-14

Before I post my NaPoWriMo post, I will explain my title – It is called Sonnet 1-14, because I constructed a single sonnet using the corresponding lines from each of the first 14 sonnets to construct it. It seems a little silly and lazy to me, but on the other hand, it is interesting to me how Shakespeare’s language and imagery still somewhat works in this approach to a “remix”. Of course, the rhyme scheme is lost on this approach. Thanks for reading.

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
For never-resting time leads summer on
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
In singleness the parts that thou shouldest bear.
Look! What an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shall hate be fairer lodg’d than gentle love?
Look! Whom she best endowed, she gave thee more;
And die as fast as they see others grow
O! None but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know
‘Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.’

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After-thoughts – Day 19


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Papa in an Urn – Day 18

He left her wondering
Which part of herself
Was held most
Closely to his heart

The Robin Egg Blue Urn
Embossed with Golden Curlicues
was an After-Thought
Cradled in her palm
She pressed her nails into her flesh
A Pressure rose
As she disfigured her Heart with Sorrow

Her eyes bore the weight of much Living
Tears broke like icicles from the rooftop
Crashing down
Indistinguishable in the Mayhem
of Her Suffering

She retreated to the Morbid Thoughts
Hardened with the Brimstone and the Ash
Protected from the Life
the Brilliance of the Light

She put him on the shelf by Mama
feeling like she should
Run her palms up and down
A fresh cut Rose
Just so she might
live again

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A Long Green Snake – Day 17 – a different perspective

I’m a long green snake I lay upon this forest floor
I lie in wait for something forbidden and something more
I hear the high pitched wails of the Distant Drummer’s Lament
I see the cold outlines painted hard in their intent
I’m a long green snake upon this forest floor
I wait
The sodden earth my comfort my home
Soon to lay in it as bare once lively bones

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I Imagine – Day 16 – an extraordinarily mundane List Poem

I imagine
My head as Earth

I imagine
My thoughts as Tectonic Plates

I imagine
My actions as Eruptions

I imagine
My reactions as Lava Flow

I imagine
My life as Explosion

I imagine
My death Quiet and Slow

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