Triolet

NaPoWriMo Day 1, poem 2/30: triolet (ABaAabAB)

It's been a while since I've tried rhyming, never mention crazy patterns, so bear with me. I spent about half of the time writing this biting on my pen and making suggestive (or, you know, dorky) faces at my Lady Gaga poster.


Triolet

I told you I'd never write of this
but now I just don't want to forget
the skimming hands, the bruising kiss
I told you I'd never write of this
the clever fingers, the abyss
your voice when you'd say "not yet not yet"
I told you I'd never write of this
but now I just don't want to forget

Carpe Nihilum

NaPoWriMo Day 1, poem 1/30: carpe diem poem


Carpe Nihilum

I am much more likely to seize
up
to lock the day out
and scatter words
on the floor.
I draw blood
on my lips and fingers
unable to stay
whole, afraid
to bleed out.
Rather than seize
your heart
your body, I mew
softly for attention
and lose daylight
through a sieve.

NaPoWriMo

I'm doing it. Watch this space.

Headshot

It's been a while, I know. Must become a better blogger.

Headshot

Few constants in my life,

but back before I knew

myself

I loved a man

for his green eyes.

Let me now linger on yours.

Hardly green

for all the brown and gold

hidden in unmatched patches

But pull away, free you

from my scrutiny.

Call them

green like his,

but with the benefit of your long lashes,

pink lips curved up at just

one corner.

Your freckled skin follows the curve

of your neck, continuing

to so many places his skin

could never dream of.



(The last line is not supposed to be small, but the formatting is being very screwy tonight.)

Dissecting the Witch

This is a found poem that I created using only words found in the Government Printing Office's style manual. I've done 31 of these little pieces, but this one stood out to me because it was influenced by Gregory Maguire's Elphaba.


Dissecting the Witch

hazardous women

have a common basic element,

omitted

in all but the

postoperative examination

in ward D

dark

green body and

hypersensitive girllike

ambiguity,

un-duplicated

between sergeant and

solution,

with superior

figure and make-believe

mother-of-cold

in a dead-alive melodrama

a nonliteral

expression.

Want Ad

In honor of Coming Out Day, here's a poem about the moments before I came out.

Want Ad

Sitting in the booth, straw

between my fingers

I commit.

Again

with my cursor on

send, again when you ask

why.

The words dry.

I’ll hire an actress to sit

beside me,

take your hands.

My understudy, speak

my lines.

Date Lab

A little found poetry to ease me back in after a long break.


Date Lab
I felt just like a rapper
with some nice arm candy
til, like, halftime
but our brilliant plan
fizzled
and that's where it gets complicated:
a continuing search
for the elusive
do-over