Sometimes I just steal lines from people, and well, parts of this poem are stolen (thanks!) actually, I've always been told good writers borrow everything, therefore. . .I'm justified. . .I think :)
Last night I thought of you, and it rained.
The stars shook their fist at me,
leaning out the window of the heavens
so I would be sure to see.
Smelling like you, rain dances on my face,
weaving fingers in my hair.
I'm alone, teardrops squeezing through saturated clothes,
molding to my body.
I want you to infect me with your decay again.
As the rain fell, the lakes drained themselves into streams heading south.
Rivers moving in every direction,
following the twisted paths my thoughts create.
Night breaks around me,
shattering glass on slippery pavement
I shake my broken fist against the stars,
as they try to hide behind clouds.
so I'm curious, what's the theme people are seeing? I tried to make it clear, without smacking you in the face with it. . .but I want to know if it's clear enough
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Sunday, October 02, 2005
12 tasks
for those of you that write and read all this jazz, here's an interesting assignment I'm working on, and should *crosses fingers* get a poem out of it
1st stanza:
1-start with something doing something impossible
-the moon fell down on the sidewalk
2-Continue that picture for us. . . .
-and broke like a hen's white egg
3-4-In the next two lines, use two of your senses to describe where or when or how this is happening, and try mixing the senses up. . .
-the summer was brown and dry, but it's music
felt soft on my arms.
5-describe yourself in a weird way. . .
-I was small, and I wore a small hat.
6-Make the 'I' say something he/she desired
-I wanted nothing more than to dance on my neighbor's green lawn.
2nd stanza:
7-Make an assertion that sounds true but couldn't be. . . .
Because the Earth's core was cooling, animals felt the urge to wander.
8-Now make a truer assertion. . .
Maybe the core wasn't cooling, but I felt a coolness in my wife.
9-Write a line describing another part of your settling, using one or two of the senses,
The night stilled, settling like sugar on our yard.
10-Then repeat the initial image in line 1, but change it in a noticable way.
The moon rose up on her elbows and shook out her long blonde hair.
11-Now write a line that seems to continue the story of mood.
12-but cross it out and make it the title of the poem instead (ha! I like that)
that's what I'm working on for poetasters this week, but the stuff up there isn't mine (I wish I was, I like the moon image, and the sugar one)
1st stanza:
1-start with something doing something impossible
-the moon fell down on the sidewalk
2-Continue that picture for us. . . .
-and broke like a hen's white egg
3-4-In the next two lines, use two of your senses to describe where or when or how this is happening, and try mixing the senses up. . .
-the summer was brown and dry, but it's music
felt soft on my arms.
5-describe yourself in a weird way. . .
-I was small, and I wore a small hat.
6-Make the 'I' say something he/she desired
-I wanted nothing more than to dance on my neighbor's green lawn.
2nd stanza:
7-Make an assertion that sounds true but couldn't be. . . .
Because the Earth's core was cooling, animals felt the urge to wander.
8-Now make a truer assertion. . .
Maybe the core wasn't cooling, but I felt a coolness in my wife.
9-Write a line describing another part of your settling, using one or two of the senses,
The night stilled, settling like sugar on our yard.
10-Then repeat the initial image in line 1, but change it in a noticable way.
The moon rose up on her elbows and shook out her long blonde hair.
11-Now write a line that seems to continue the story of mood.
12-but cross it out and make it the title of the poem instead (ha! I like that)
that's what I'm working on for poetasters this week, but the stuff up there isn't mine (I wish I was, I like the moon image, and the sugar one)
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