The grainy texture of hazy memories evokes myriad long forgotten tastes some ambrosial, some miasmic some that leave me pasty faced.
suspended in the half light of living an unnamed bird flutters haplessly singing no song of eternal hope yet it can’t stop whirring its wings endlessly.
tonight the moon’s forehead is lined with worries the fragrant skies will smolder throughout the night heaving under the haze of monochromatic thoughts the sun’s endeavour to slight the moon may never come to light.
time fades bit by bit bleeding every second hunger throbs voraciously in my aching bones tears gather drop by drop in the hollow of my neck I brace myself for the colossal shadows of unknowns.
Ostentatious, opulence of words outrageously overdressed metaphors masquerading as surreal images paraded with swinging tassels obfuscating the lack of ideas preening on pages after pages in crafty curlicues strutting saucily as if on a catwalk shining gaudily sometimes in profanity bizzarely thinking it would sanctify the blasphemous thoughts they were harbouring believing fervently in this carefully constructed chimera the urge to be in the limelight so strong ignoring common sense tapping at the elbow the fear of simplicity, of ordinary, of seeming trite the urge to be considered better than the rest clouding the truth in layers of balderdash the staleness whitewashed in tongue-twisters the repetitive theme camouflaged by fancy terms a heap of garish, bauble-like words that leaves the reader in me utterly cold.
Today’s challenge is to write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in. This isn’t quite the same, I think, as something you’re indifferent to. For example, I have absolutely no interest in investment strategy. Anytime anyone tries to tell me about it, I want to put my fingers in my ears and go “lalalalalala.” My brain tries to shut down! This is honestly kind of funny, and I think this prompt has value precisely because it invites you to investigate some of the “why” behind resolutely not giving two hoots about something.
I tighten the muffler of your memories around my neck warmth seeps sweetly into my sluggish sinews As your gurgling laughter cascades gently over me I live another day, so close yet so far from you My enchantress, the spell you cast on me won’t let me die, but pray, how do I live without you!
For those of you who want to get a jump on things (either because it’s already April 1 where you are or, who knows, maybe you’re just a glutton for poetry!), we’ve got a special early-bird prompt, based on the poetry of Emily Dickinson.
Dickinson is known for her elliptical style, unusual word choices, and mordant sense of humor. Over the past year, I’ve experimented with writing poems based on, or responding to, various lines from her poems. Today, I’d like to challenge you to do the same! Here are a few lines of Dickinson’s that might appeal to you (the slashes indicate line breaks):
“Forever might be short”
“The absence of the Witch does not / Invalidate the spell”
“If to be ‘Elder’ – mean most pain – / I’m old enough, today”
“The second half of joy / Is shorter than the first”