I missed a week. I missed last week. The first week this year I missed a Poetry Friday. Granted, I was a little busy attending the NESCBWI conference (figuring out some problems with my writing, and getting a little social with some grad school chums) but I had fully intended to post something last week. Even if it meant pillaging something from the past. But I got home late Friday night (massive accident on the highway) and Saturday was long (rushing home for a fundraising event for a school) and Sunday…
Anyway, when Monday rolled around I had to admit that it happened, I missed it, and nothing I could do about it.
This week I once again found inspiration from Trica over at The Miss Rumphius Effect, something I’ve wanted to try but (oddly) felt a little intimidated by, the sijo form. Not to be too reductive, it’s like haiku but with more syllables, and haiku has never been a problem for me, so what was the deal? I told myself I’d give it a try, and if I could manage two sijo I’d claim one as a make-up for last week.
I managed three, and they’re actually themed around a place, so maybe that’s an even better make-up assignment.
creeping, hanging over the edge of the first drop, closing his eyes
refusing to scream or allow those behind him laugh at his fear
he was designed for this, first car of the roller coaster
double-wide trailer conjoined into a maze of mirrored madness
people stumble through, groping at her in darkness and confusion
fun house for some, but her insides echo with the screams of others
long, ambling rivers of asphalt over gently rolling hillsides
open sky above, sunlight instead of harsh electrical grids
daydreams of the bumper car, slammed back to reality
Honestly, I never pondered the inner lives of amusement park attractions before, and I don’t quite know why I did here. Who can explain such things?
Poetry Friday, and it’s good to be back! The week the round-up is hosted ne… oh, holy carp! It’s Julie Larios at The Drift Record! She has some thoughts about poetry for YA and, as always, a great poem to share. Enough of this, go now! Scat!
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