I don’t think I follow directions well. It isn’t a deliberate choice, I’m not willful about it, but something about assignments and deadlines scrambles my ability to think clearly.
This week I decided to try out the Poetry Stretch at the Miss Rumphius Effect. I also wrote two other poems this week and have been wrestling with a fourth. A good week, but I know how dry some weeks get so I’m banking those others for a future use. Anyway, the assignment was to write about the shape of things one sees.
This was the result.
at onset, thoughts the shape of cheese
the sound of wax, the size of please
sporadic heart in counterpart
with catacombs of breeze
words tumble out a frumpled mess
an alphabet to convalesce
a disconnect of incorrect
the glottal stops of bitter bees
the shuttered fingerlings of freeze
the spasms reign, a fragile brain
with thoughts the shape of cheese
I had initially started out thinking I was headed in a more lighthearted direction, but I think we all know what happens when words get in the way. My shapes seem to have taken on the appearance of other senses.
Karen Edmisten is hosting the Poetry Friday round-up this week. It would be just like a party if you joined in.