Day 26 – Lost & Found

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Act III, Scene i, line a hundred and thirty-something

A warm glow illuminates the side of her face

he watches her enamoured, captured by each word

breathed across the table, creeping across to clutch

his heart with invisible strings spoken by a master marionette.

She found him penetrating her with a gaze

intentional like bolded words declaring today’s headlines

making her look towards her hands fiddling with his attention.

He’d found her although she wasn’t lost.

He’d claim her although she wasn’t a prize.

He’d play her although she isn’t a game.

Fortunate to have another to throw his heart towards

he hopes in silence, his heartstrings in song.

He is fortunate, she reciprocates,

calliope of the heart; blown, erect.

They found it,

before I knew what I had lost.

Day 25 – Fire in Failure

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failure poems pic

Last call

 

Hand at the back of my head

Inadvertently pushing rather than

holding back lengthy locks.

Don’t bother me

I’m mumbling to the sewer

at the other end of this

blow splintered telephone.

 

Hand grapples under the black light

paper scratching rose red cocktail, acidic

smears off her dimple.

Don’t look at me

I’ll be out in a minute

after I lay here a while

no one needs this stall.

 

Hand misses the elusive knob

sea legs frail under her

cute smile resurrected.

Don’t worry about me

I just need another

could you order me a

glass of water and a

whiskey on the rocks please.

Day 24 – Verbal Cubism

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picasso cubism poem

Behold,

youth sitting

waiting

book and blossom

strategically placed,

crumbs sorted like Mendel’s peas,

first date shyness

stirred into her cup and saucer.

     Weary feet resting, tea abates

     wounded wombs.

     She can’t hear her off

     spring beyond bergamot.

Mother

clutching memories

entrapped in a crochet doily.

Grandmama holding essays

inscription igniting love lost,

age abandoned.

     Widower.

Day 21 – Simple things poem ala Denise Levertov

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Cute’s objects

I yearn to see

beauty not found

at a glance, but speaks

     through scribbled crayons

     colours awash building textures

     mixed materials graffitied

     footsteps toddling up

     the hallway, sneaking

     minutes from sleep

passing laundry sorted

whites, blacks, coloured.

     sitting in silence, pausing

     cacophonous

     screams from the

     to do lists,

     surfing screens alit with stimuli

     stirring solid honey in

     to semi-hot water

     watching it dissolve

     sweet scents waft

warming tang of whiskey

savoured

swirled

to every cavern

Day 11 – Pantoum

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Cute Stripes

Standing on weary heels,

the crowd screams and claps.

The band struts, plugs instruments in:

Good evening, Berlin, are you ready for this?

 

The crowd’s screaming and clapping

She opens with a sexy feline roar to begin a

good evening in Berlin, we’re so ready for this

band; strumming, drumming, thumbing.

 

She opens up with a sexy feline roar and so begins

a number, lyric crumbling around the

band; strumming, drumming, thumbing

her bass, ringing tones across the audience.

 

A number of lyrics crumble. Around the

Stage nerves waver as she strums

her bass, ringing tones across the audience.

Regrouping, focus. The band rocks on

 

stage!  Nerve to wave on as she strums

louder, faster, harder, everyone

regrouping their focus on the band that rocks

standing on weary heels.

 

Day 10 – Assembly Required

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How to complete a P Y P-lanner

Grasp a concept

Put the lenses on

Clear as mud and suds

Easy as pie, oh lie

 

Questions to shepherd

Wandering brain

Matter, monkey chatter

Answer, ask, clarify tasks

 

Yardsticks drawn

Ready to battle the

Norm, by storm

Assess, cry tear, a dress

 

Flip and engage

Meant  to inquire

Inspiration, perspiration

Student focus, hocus pocus

 

Resources tapped

Catchy media headlines

A bee! See d’e-

Learning, a turning

 

Record reflections

moving, feeding, cooking,

Back and forth, broth

Brew ale, prevail!

 

What’s the plan, Stan?

Love it, or hate it?

 

Taste is in the

Tongue of the beholden.

 

Day 8 – Cento

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W.H. Auden Cento

All the literati keep

An imaginary friend.

At last the secret is out

Like vibrations of a bell

Words are for those with promises to keep.

Ours were too heavy; we did not dance

To the bottom of the night,

There I dropped pebbles, listened, heard

With your unconstraining voice

The weeping and striking

Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.

Silence invades the breathing wood

Your map of desolation

O where are you going? Stay with me here!

Were the vows you swore me deceiving, deceiving?

No, I promised to love you, dear.

But I must be leaving.

Follow, poet, follow right

To the bottom of the night,

There the silence blesses his sorrow

dream of another existence

References – W.H. Auden’s poems

QUOTE

POEM

Silence invades the breathing wood

Warm are the Still and Lucky Miles, Oct 1939

At last the secret is out

At Last the Secret is Out, Apr 1936

Like vibrations of a bell

Lullaby, Jan 1937

The weeping and striking

Let a Florid Music Praise, Feb 1936

Your map of desolation

Underneath an Abject Willow, Mar 1936

O where are you going? Stay with me here!

Were the vows you swore me deceiving, deceiving?

No, I promised to love you, dear.

But I must be leaving.

O What is That Sound

Follow, poet, follow right

To the bottom of the night,

With your unconstraining voice

Still persuade us to rejoice;

In Memory of W.B.Yeats # 3

Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.

‘Carry her over the water’

There I dropped pebbles, listened, heard

‘England to me is my own tongue’

Ours were too heavy; we did not dance.

The Lesson

There the silence blesses his sorrow

‘As yet the young hero’s’

All the literati keep

An imaginary friend.

The Fall of Rome

Words are for those with promises to keep.

Their Lonely Betters

dream of another existence

No, Plato, No