Raz
Bluelighter
Basically as the title says, it's a challenge to write a poem for every day of April.
At Poetic Asides, Robert Lee Brewer is posting a prompt each day, and at the end of the month, the best poems will be compiled into an e-book. Exciting! :D
These are the two I have done so far....
Tanya And The Sky
as the sky cracks open
into lopsided madness
i think of you
your careful compulsions
confused symmetry
atmospheric chaos
always picking up the pieces
finding yourself scattered
to the corners of your own earth
never understanding
where the rain will fall
how heavy
and for how long
constant yearning
for summer days
with schizophrenic reach
manic persistence
and a lack of self-awareness
that was truly mythic
but with the glare of new things
even the sky heals lady,
even the sky heals.
Origin of the Species
somewhere before all of this
took place
the anger and the
slamming doors and the
bitter bitter recriminations
before the days
of looking back
nights of lusting forward
before everything we said formed
cliches made of
words made of
pieces of sounds we learned to remember
a tiny thing found division
to be the thing that it needed
to keep on going
the conflict of two
replaced the monotony of one
and it really set the scene
for everything
there on out.
At Poetic Asides, Robert Lee Brewer is posting a prompt each day, and at the end of the month, the best poems will be compiled into an e-book. Exciting! :D
These are the two I have done so far....
Tanya And The Sky
as the sky cracks open
into lopsided madness
i think of you
your careful compulsions
confused symmetry
atmospheric chaos
always picking up the pieces
finding yourself scattered
to the corners of your own earth
never understanding
where the rain will fall
how heavy
and for how long
constant yearning
for summer days
with schizophrenic reach
manic persistence
and a lack of self-awareness
that was truly mythic
but with the glare of new things
even the sky heals lady,
even the sky heals.
Origin of the Species
somewhere before all of this
took place
the anger and the
slamming doors and the
bitter bitter recriminations
before the days
of looking back
nights of lusting forward
before everything we said formed
cliches made of
words made of
pieces of sounds we learned to remember
a tiny thing found division
to be the thing that it needed
to keep on going
the conflict of two
replaced the monotony of one
and it really set the scene
for everything
there on out.
