What it Means to Swing

Celebrating National Poetry Month 2015: A Poem a Day Challenge 

Poem a day #17 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a “swing” poem and 2) write a social-media style poem.

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Had a unbreakable moment: my coworker
was talking about swinging
and she didnt mean on swings!

Thinking of visiting this Friday for some swinging fun
Saving Our Marriage – By Sharing Each Other

Dressed to play: Love corsets

Looking for help with some research.
Understand swinging – is it cheating or just harmless fun?

Any swinging couples fancy answering
some questions?

That photo of the new Krankies – Oh no, Foxy.
No, no, just no.
Haven’t even started on the words yet.

I am so so so knackered today. I’m almost glad
my swinging plans
were cancelled as I just want to sleep!

 

 

 

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Riding Darwin Across Eden

Celebrating National Poetry Month 2015: A Poem a Day Challenge 

Poem a day #16 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a “science” poem and 2) write a terzanelle, a poem that combines aspects of the villanelle and the terza rima.

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I send this poem to dear old Charles Darwin
scientific mind of a way-gone age
who shocked his peers in “On the Origin

of Species,” caused stir enough to enrage
strict beliefs in Eden into today.
How does evil still burn from such a page

book of evolutionary thought and play
high to the rafters in strange dark places?
If Darwin’s ghost could dane to have a say

it would select to haunt kinder spaces
where human nature not God holds
sway, leaving Adam and Eve mere traces

of hardened clay freed from heavy molds
able to swerve in holy thrusts of change
deaf to sorted tongues where heaven scolds

So like that old friend of time, Charles Darwin
I will knit a shawl to boast nature’s strange
but true endeavors, find the ways of sin
with hopes to roam wild across Eden’s range.

 

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Chagrined

Celebrating National Poetry Month 2015: A Poem a Day Challenge 

Poem a day #15 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a “adjective” poem and 2) write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of itself.

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A recurring dream haunts
me, one where I am walking
down a busy street half
naked I can’t ever figure out
there is no memory
of when, why or where I dropped
my pants. And, I can’t figure
out how to cover up

Feelings of embarrassment,
shame tend to linger
even after I am awake
No one has to consult
a manual on dreams
to recognize more’s going on
here than fear of getting
caught with my pants down.

Who needs some fairy tale
psychology? I can admit
to my worry at being
unqualified at everything.
“Emperor Wears No Clothes”
reveals an actor playing me
no matter how much experience
I might have.

But when I delve deeper
I realize that nightmares
mean less about things
I carry dark in the inside
pocket of my kingly coat
That old bottle of chagrin
left to hang out in the back
still dangles from the hip
of my lost jeans.

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All too familiar

Celebrating National Poetry Month 2015: A Poem a Day Challenge 

Poem a day #14 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a “honesty/dishonesty” poem and 2) write a “dialogue” poem.

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We meet for a casual beer
take the small table you want

away from noise and smells.
You start yelling; twiddling

fingers, it seems, enrage you.
I take defense, irate with logic

but drop quiet not wanting to
start a fight, ruin the moment.

Hurt feelings slip into bitter
drift off into tastes of Belgian.

The barred darkness turns warm
as I am captured, drugged stupid

by talk of past-mastered marathons
all delivered in self-effacing tones.

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Riddled With Confessions

Celebrating National Poetry Month 2015: A Poem a Day Challenge 

Poem a day #13 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a “confession” poem and 2) write a “riddle” poem.

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Broods swarm the aging playground
as I dwindle down another humid day.

We sway amidst the rusty jungle
gyms, fly jovial on broken swings.

All is settled on baking concrete
not traded in for melting rubber.

Soon rain will sit on my shoulder
a neighbor whispering perplexities.

Then, I’ll run home to blaze beans
and rice, rich casseroles drenched

in more oily minutes, all too easy
to confess. Lost octopus of time,

my truncated tentacles flail, I howl
like a gaggle of monkfish, a drawn

mouth gasping for any riddle of air.
A tortoise shell slighted by its cracks

I feel my seams strain, all torn up
as bonfire days slip to pure liquid.

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Damage in the Sink

Celebrating National Poetry Month 2015: A Poem a Day Challenge 

Poem a day #12 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a “damage” poem and 2) write a poem edited down from descriptive prose.

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Like ladies in waiting, crusted
forks, knifes, and spoons recline
in the shade of soiled dinner

plates while court jesters, pots
grimy with reddened pasta gone
hard, make bother of themselves

for hours on end, a tart lingering
odor. Yet, all remains untouched:
the frying pan slick as a prince

sated from last night’s supper
bloated cereal king backstrokes
across his milky water moat.

New arrivals crowd his domain
and still, soggy broccoli stems
lounge in the drain, like captives

awaiting their fate: to be carried
gently to the garbage or crushed
with a turn of the disposal.

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White Out Winter

Celebrating National Poetry Month 2015: A Poem a Day Challenge 

Poem a day #11 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a “seasonal” poem and 2) write a poem in Sapphics.

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I will always love the darkness
of a snowstorm at night when
the sky descends, sighs heavy
against my pursed lids and lips.

Cold needles still settle lightly
between tight eyes and lashes
air dripping in dashes and gashes.
The brisk blackness is tree-lined

in white—touched by the snow
covered and drooping branches
silent statues of writers and war
heros are there to stand watch.

Always I open my mouth to gasp,
grasp falling flakes with my tongue
while you raise your black umbrella
so that we are embraced, huddling

and hidden from the wintery wind.
There’s no winter moon, nor children
rising up from the snow as angels
to pull Flexible Flyers, the red rims

cutting double paths as they go
home to lit up windows. Without
delay, we pass shelter—instead
find warmth in the other’s hands.

 

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