30 Poems in 30 Days/#25

Here is my poem from prompt #25.  Today we were asked to scan the headlines and write a poem quickly, in a free form structure.  My poem came from reading an article about Serena Williams in The Guardian and took me about 30 minutes to write.

 

 

Serena Williams Quotes Poetry to Racist Bully

 

Oh Serena,

Maya would be proud of your sassiness

and not because you are number one in the world

 

but because you still rise like air

and because you have paid attention

 

to what the women before you are saying

that when they go low

                                                            you go high.

Who—

in the face of a bully

 

asked the question again—

Why are you beset with gloom?

 

Who—

when you heard his words

I don’t need this bullshit

 

agreed completely

but chose a different path—

 

with words

paved in poem.

 

 

 

Yours in poetry,

Carey

 

 

 

 

 

30 Poems in 30 Days/#18

Here is my prompt #18 poem for my 30 poems in 30 days adventure with Two Sylvias Press.  Enjoy!

 

Five Year Mark

1)

What if Lucille Clifton had not written the poem Won’t You Celebrate With Me?
Or if in the minutes before the nurse called my name, I had not found it inside the
magazine sitting next to the plastic succulent?

I felt like The Book Thief, hiding the magazine in my purse.
But I was at zero hour and her words— come celebrate/ with me
that everyday/ something has tried to kill me/ and has failed—buoyed me.

2)

A cello is like the scratch of blackboard in the beginning,
but with practice, can bow its way to a melody, so full of rapture,
we can only listen in wonder.

 

Yours in poetry,

Carey

 

 

30 Poems in 30 Days/#17

Yes, I am still here and I am still working on writing 30 poems in 30 days for National Poetry Month.

Today’s prompt was to write a 14 line poem, using 14 words we picked out of a book or magazine.  I decided to write a sonnet, with an English sonnet rhyme scheme: abab cdcd efef gg.   I have highlighted the words I picked out first, so you could see where they are used in the poem.   This was so out of my normal poem writing comfort zone, but I found it quite fun.   I hope you enjoy it.

 

 

Swimming Laps (and Because You Loved Sonnets)

 

I find you in my dreams, dark clouds in every night,

You walk right in our door, and come to sit with me,

Your eyes so clear and soft, still spark of our last fight,

As if the thousand days before, were bounty lost at sea.

It seems last rites are never done, old hurts are never gone,

And all my words can’t breach the gap,

And all the lyrics we once wrote, can never be a song,

I hold my breath and flip a turn, then start another lap,

And in this place I hold you close, with arms that won’t let go,

I walk the memory halls of youth, before the jabs began,

I take a rag and clean the mirror, to let your goodness show,

I find the spot where we once tread, upon the windy strand,

I watch our ending swirl with tide, towards the vast marine,

And beg the briny air, to blow us back to green.

 

Yours in poetry,

Carey

 

 

 

 

 

30 Poems in 30 Days/#8

As you know, if you have been following this blog, I am working on writing 30 poems in 30 days for National Poetry Month.  It has been a challenge to keep up the pace, and I may need to start writing shorter poems!  In any event, here is my poem from prompt # 8.

Remember, these are  babies, just learning to walk.  Who knows what they might become when they grow up!

 

 

After Reading the Daily News

 

Because only 59% of the Moon’s surface is visible from earth,

I am reminded how little you know of me.

The broom in my hand is not about clean.

Sofa pillows plumped—not about neat.

The toaster crumbs wiped—bigger, than a shiny counter.

The carpet vacuumed—a path to somewhere else.

And if you ever ask why a clean house is so important to me,

I will tell you this:

While I watch the world spin off its axis—for one miniscule moment,

I find sanctuary in the Zen of tidy,

that it is the only thing these days, I manage to keep well-tended,

unlike my perfect English garden

now thick with weeds.

 

Yours in poetry,

Carey

 

 

 

 

 

30 Poems in 30 Days/#5

Here is my poem for day five of my 30 poems in 30 Days poetry prompts from Two Sylvias Press.

This poem took me to my childhood and to the feeling of remorse I had for playing a naughty trick on my sibling.

 

 

Childhood Lessons in Charleston, Oregon

 

Praise the Skunk cabbage, green and gold.
Praise the stink of rotten meat.
Praise the push and heat of spathe.

Praise the bite I gave you.

Praise your eyes that said: betrayed.
Praise your tongue that spat.
Praise the bitter on my tongue.
Praise my small mouth burning.

Praise my hand that touched your back.
Praise the mud beneath our feet.
Praise the creek song filled with frog.

Praise my heart for breaking.