If I said I understood everything I wrote, I’d be lying. Today’s effort comes from a form of poetry-generation; a pome-making game I guess. The steps are simple.
1. Make a series of lists (using prompts).
2. Choose one element from each list.
3. Find a way to combine them in one pome.
surveying the damage
through the window
yellow leaves cover the lawn
on the table bread is dark
brown like chocolate
— the wind blew all night
forcing doors & knocking
knick-knacks from sills
too cold to emerge
from beneath blankets
so the water did what it must
— spend the morning
throwing all my books
into a pulping machine
they’re useless now
Arrrggghhh! Can’t seem to shake this subject. Despite several poems worked on today, the two I was considering for today’s post somehow didn’t seem to stack up, so had to go for this fallback. New subject matter tomorrow, I promise (I hope).
the gifts of the luni
every night the moon leaves me gifts
like a cat depositing nightkill on my mat
this week on the wall by the back door
a rectangular jewel box, waiting to be buried
above the kitchen blind, a sliver of laser light
as i stumble out for an insomniacal glass
repainting the window in my bedroom
into a mirror which reflects undreamt dreams
on the drive home it rezones the countryside
into a dimension far beyond the fourth
even its gilding of the boxangular city
until it is almost beautiful enough
to star in its own fairy tale