Wednesday, April 2, 2014

npm: 04.02 (2 poems today)

I used a prompt for today's poem. The prompt is located here. This was a tough one, and a little weird, but a nice little exercise. When you're confined to certain words the results can be surprising.

04.02 poem 1

This empty stem is on the house.
Episodes of crush bloom riots--
this beaming howl of delusion,
behind each screen a misshapen never.
A jolt ruckus lingers,
perched method,
oh rapture
on you go.

4.2. poem 2

(I also wrote another piece on the fly, no prompt)

Can you love a door
the way you love
the other side
of it
the reveal
the quiet life of keyhole and lash
can you love the frame
just as much
without all the earthquakes
can you adore windows for keeping fingerprints
when the hand owner is gone
can you trace the blurred lasso of solitary thumb
so obvious midday especially when
the clouds beat out the sun
can you love poem the floor
if it meant collecting all those feet
straight lines will buckle
curtains will tear
can easily be


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    1. Thank you Maryanne! I'm not editing any of these as I write them so I've been pleased with what is coming out of my dome.