Post It Note Poetry—Week 3
We’re coming down to the final week of our Post It Note Poetry challenge. This was a bad week for me, as you’ll see when you read some of the poems. Still, I managed to sling a few words on post-its, and in one case, my Mac’s Sticky App.
Monday, February 18, 2013
joy dance
joy dance
who dances
for joy
dances
with joy
and joy
moves through
every step
of the dance.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
archiving heresy
archiving heresy
if it isn’t alphabetical
it’s considered heretical
—filing.
(after much introspection, it occurred to me that the poem would have worked much better as a solage if the the first two lines had been reversed…hindsight…)
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
i cried when i found out stars die
i cried when i found out stars die
stars carry in their shine
touches of ephemeral time
for though we see them
there on high
that’s only their souls
only their souls burning
ghosts sparkling on
a funereal will
and testament
to the firmament.
Friday, February 22, 2013–Bad Blood Day
bad blood day
bad blood day
nurses
beat, slap my hands
put on heat packs
drink an ocean of water
all for four
pricks.
(I hate giving blood…it’s always an adventure. You can tell I wasn’t much into poetry that day, or making the whole thing look nice by lightening the post it note. It was a bad day. Blood work and had to study for Spanish exam. Saturday would be no better. I got a lousy D on my exam and had other homework to attend…so no poetry got written or posted on Saturday.)
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Walking Away
Walking Away
“My feet are on the floor,”
I said,
in response to my lover’s
random complaint.
He shook his head,
as lovers in the wilted afterbirth
of love are wont to do
when finding fault
with their loves.
“Your head is in the clouds,”
he said,
again, as if I didn’t hear it
the first time.
“Yes,” I agreed,
since I knew
it was true.
“But…
my feet are on the floor.”
That one was probably the best poem I wrote all week.
There are only four more days left in the Post It Note Poetry challenge…I hope I can write a few more verses during those days, and I hope wherever you are, you’re enjoying poetry.
