Monthly Archives: April 2016

Every Map #poetrychallenge #thedirtythirty

Dirty Thirty* Poetry Challenge Prompt Day 6:

Grab a map (or Google one…) and randomly select a place you have never been to. Write a poem about what it would be like visiting that place for the first time.

*The Dirty Thirty Challenge is a closed facebook group of poets, the fabulous facilitators are providing a prompt a day which I am mostly following along with.

 

Every Map:

 

A line I will never cross. Made real in the choices I do not make. I close my fingernails across the torn edges of the dreams I am too small to dream. Edge the distance across a laminated table top that says nothing when I ask. Leave the porch light on. I will find you there. I will find you. In every opened border. Every spilled somewhere, someday, somewhy. I will find you there. In black dots and red lines and a blue trail to lead the light. I will find you there. In the distances between then and now and here and who we might one day become. I will find you there. I will crack open the desk drawers. I will rewrite every page until the sand turns into sweat and the dust in your eyes turns into love. I will unscrew every nail. I will hammer every bolt. I will test every corner with the inside of my knee. I will build nests on the top shelves and hide crocheted blankets in the fold between the rest. I will draw new lines over the old and make a different kind of maybe. And in the end, I will find you there. I will find you there. I will find you there.

I will find you. In every map.

Spill (another poem) #poetry

Spill:

 

Click.

Tap.

Yes.

No.

Then.

Oh.

Well.

So.

How?

Each –

Beep.

Split.

Sound.

Hit.

Press.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Then.

Yes.

More.

There.

Go.

Spill.

Yes.

There.

Now.

Them.

Us.

You.

Small.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Big.

Huge.

Vast.

Hard.

Go.

Quick.

Leave.

Close.

Cross.

Dive.

Drown.

 

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Another #thedirtythirty prompt. Day 5: Write about something you don’t usually write about and don’t use cliche poem words (love, fire, soul, heart, etc.)

Theme/topic wise, I really couldn’t figure out what I don’t write so instead I went with form. I almost always write very wordy dreamy ‘pretty’ type things.

So instead this staccato stream….

Purpose #swords #nationalpoetrymonth #thedirtythirty

Purpose:

 

We swing shields

Rough edge meets

Fingers bleed

Eyes peel skin

 

Body coiled, and made ready

to change feet and find steady

 

Breath sucked still

Now hands tensed

Bend towards,

the coming –

 

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A poem using #thedirtythirty prompt for Day 4: Symmetrical poem (same number of syllables in each stanza) with a rhyming couplet in the middle about Starting Over.

Inspired by the weekly Historical European Martial Arts class (sword fighting) I attend every week with Adelaide Sword Academy.

A (romantic) love poem + LARP #thedirtythirty #nationalpoetrymonth

For Nic

 

The Song My Bathtub Sang For Me:

 

Your fingertips fold time

Seep into skin dreams

Weep open salt seams

An echo –

 

Caught, mid sentence

Knuckles bruised on memory

I capture you. You capture me.

We breathe

 

Black rope, raw hope.

The curve of a mouth

Second chance offered

A risk –

 

We are blended and bended

In years unraveled

Shared paths traveled

I chose.

 

You. I chose you.

Because –

 

Your fingertips fold time.

 

**

 

Today’s poem again inspired by ‘The Dirty Thirty Challenge’ daily prompt. Today’s prompt was a romantic love poem ending the poem with the same line you start with.

 

Bonus poem + mind chatter scribble inspired by the LARPing* event I took my 13year old to today:

LARP poem

The event was one of the fortnightly sessions run by the Southern Wilds LARP, an Adelaide based group. They have a come and try day coming up on Sunday 17th April if you are curious (it’s free). Details on their facebook group here.

I’m thinking I will join in too in future (though I can’t make the come and try day due to Manifold Portrait visit 3rd Sunday of every month).

*Live Action Role Play

Spectators #thedirtythirty #nationalpoetrymonth

Today’s poem inspired by a prompt from facebook poetry group ‘The Dirty Thirty Challenge’ – one poem a day for the thirty days of April.

 

Each day the facilitators of the group offer a prompt, today’s prompt was:

Grab the closest book on your shelf/desk/bed. Go to page 7.
Write down 5 words that stand out to you, and use at least 3 of those words in a poem

 

My response:

From page 7 of ‘Improvisation: The Guide’ by Lyn Pierse

The five words were: judged, panel, risk, crafted, spectators

 

Spectators:

The panel nests in song.
Strong.
Strong.
Their silence a gift.
A gift,
crafted in eyes and sighs.
A risk.
A risk forgiven.
A risk forgotten.
A risk, no more.

A question mark in the shape of a stain #nationalpoetrymonth

Mind chatter 01042016

Image: Some mind chatter scribbles from my journal 01042016

 

April is ‘Poetry Month’ in American and Canada and quite a few people jump on the bandwagon here in Oz too. So I figured why not?

Returning to some work, creating some new things. Will share a poem a day here during April. This one started life in April 2013, I’ve used some of the ideas but given it a new skeleton and rewritten almost entirely this evening while sitting on the couch watching ‘Brother Bear’ with my smallest human.

A question mark in the shape of a stain

Shouldn’t be a question. Couldn’t be an answer.

A statement pile. To shift through. Lift through.

You are set adrift,

too.

Empty ache. Hungry sorrow. Eyelid twitch

of a sleeping dog.

Who are we kidding?

Anyway.

He is red and smells like wet soap and socks

I forgot what you asked,

I was trying to answer.

Trying

to.

Sheets of gyprock. Unfilled walls. Unspilled halls.

His silence –

Soaks into the carpet.

With me.

With my sinking knees.

Chandeliers on the end of my ears.

His pipe on the end of my nose.

Where does lost love go?

I am left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.