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This poem comes from a poetry prompt given by Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides. The assignment was to write a poem backwards - either numbers, or days or backwards in time.  Robert wrote a poem using the alphabet in reverse order.  Here's the result of my tinkering with the exercise:

Sdrawkcab and Forwards

Life scribed for us in a mirror
Daeh pressed up against a wall
Daisies eid and life sdne
Feeling all crazy and pu-dexim
Walking forwards, sdrawkcab gniklaw
Crawling at complete standstill
Windows...
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I'm finally on track with these, here's day 5:

Quicksand

 

His supple lips

Stood out in a plethora of people

I watched in fascination

As he moved,

Careened around corners

Tripped himself in a line

Of quicksand

Sinking in, hands opened

Towards the becoming

They all stopped to stare

Crowds unabashedly gawking

At this man

Screaming in a moment

Of insanity

Listing reasons we should listen

But then stopping help

When others reached out

Silence cascades over this cityscape

The...

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Day 4's Poem:

Overcoming the Block

 

She touched her foot to the computer chassis,

Not knowing quite what to write this time

Life dripped away like wet paint

Keeping a beat to the steady passing of time

Her fingertips pounded over random keys

She looked back at past successes

Life kept twinkling in front of her

While she kept passing opportunity by

 

The calendar screamed at her

Pay attention to experience you won’t find

The day that you can repeat

After all, Groundhog’s D...

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Here is the third poem inspired by PoeWar's 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge:

Little Box of Normal

I will never fit into your little box of normal
I’m sorry for this But the box really is too small
There’s no room for my creative energy
For spontaneity or fun
The corners are really too sharp,
For they jab into reason and thought and questioning—
All activities I long to do
And when I ask the infamous gadfly question,
“Why?”
The lid of the box is closed entirely too tight
It suffocates...
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Here is poem 2 from PoeWar's 30 Poems in 30 Days challenge:

Why?

Why? I wonder, eyelids still glued shut,
Hanging on still to the last molecules of the
Dream that now lingers somewhere in the foggy distance
The warmth of my husband surrounding me
 I reach back for some vestige of dreamland
Grasp at it with a butterfly net
Hear the kittens pawing at the door
Mewing to explore
Jackhammer sounds outside the window
 Screaming as it decimates cement
 “I’m the boss!”
People shout downstairs
 Peopl...
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I decided to participate in the 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge over at PoeWar. This is day one's submission, based upon using the word "patterns" in the first line of the poem.  The other 3 (since we're on the 4th day of the month) will be up soon!

Love Patterns

The shadows on the wall make patterns

Our hands clasp and rise over shadow heads

The light glimmers through the blinds

It peaks from behind the blanket we hung

To keep out this early morning light

We lay together, silent, your he...

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Here is my poem I wrote inspired by the poetry prompt over at Poetic Asides.  The theme was "Returning."

Coming Home

Brown corrugated cardboard makes a fortress in my living room

Painted porcelain packed perfectly wrapped in tissue and bubble wrap

Computer completely placed in its own over-sized box

Files upon files upon files of poems for you

For him

For life

For peace

And short stories

And philosophy papers

Stack silently in the confines of a small shipping parcel

The Beanie Bab...

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In addition to the [fiction] Friday prompts over at Write Anything, I've decided to participate in the Poetic Asides Blog's Wednesday Poetry Prompts.  This week's prompt asked participants to write a poem about something I've been through.  Here it is, in rough draft form:

“Graduate School Comps”

The light cracks in through the window

The book is in my lap

The cat is on his pillow

Taking his nightly nap

 

A pencil is my hand

And the computer screen glows

I try to keep my eyes op...

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I've been on a poetry kick and thus, have been reading some great poetry.  Through recommendation, I've been working my way through Philip Schultz's Failure, Natasha Trethewey's Native Guard, and Robert Hass's Time and Materials.

Philip Schultz won the 2008 Pulitzer Prize for his poetry.  He is an amazingly talented man.  In this collection, my favorite poems so far are "It's Sunday Morning in Early November,"  "The Absent," and "The Truth."

Natasha Trethewey (also a Pulitzer Prize winner for ...
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