I wear no wizard’s pointy hat
But keep a cauldron and a cat
And cook up spells that don’t pan out.
Though poor and ugly, I’ve no doubt
That with the right ingredients
My endless toil and great expense
Will win me fortune, fame and gold…
They’re tasty too (or so I’m told).
"God ... interesting, keeping
bees in your kitchen ... why
not I guess when you've got so
many flowers around ... they
certainly make a warm sound,
I said a warm sound ..."
"I want to buy a pug and name it Frank
and feed him whipped cream and peanut butter
And laugh at his face, to push Frank around
In shopping carts, let him sleep in my bed,
Say Fuck you, Frank when he farts every night
Of his sweet life of twelve years, then lay him
By the kale and weep."
Sometimes I feel like I’m supposed to be embarrassed posting poems with very basic rhymes like this but rhyme is truly what got me into poetry in the first place and it only seems childish if you’ve read too much Dr Seuss and not enough Robert Frost so just let me have this
I haven’t been feeling 100% the past few days so I’ve been slacking with writing but I didn’t want to fall behind with NaPoWriMo bc it’s truly the greatest joy in my life so here’s 2 for today!
@bookstodon Are Y'all reading anything good for #NationalPoetryMonth? I've got a stack of poetry to read through myself. Some of it is really good stuff, by authors new to me.
"A swift flow erodes one side,
while a silty ladle adds to the other.
Repeating this motion over and over,
an oxbow lake is born and a new biome
rises."
Huzzah! It’s International Haiku Day! I write haiku to keep my brain stretchy — just got an update from Amazon about the sales of SYLLABIC ORIGAMI. Thanks to all of you for downloading your copy. Here’s a sample:
Alone together.
Congenial; parallel
coffee house orbits.
If you haven't had a chance to get your own copy, here ya be:
"Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again."
Today I stumbled upon the phrase "Eppur si muove" ("and yet it moves"), tenuously attributed to Galileo after being forced to recant his claims that the Earth moves around the Sun to avoid being punished by the church.
The impact and rhythm of the phrase really inspired me, so I wrote a poem about it.
Today's Poetry Unbound newsletter was about bumping into friends: "The unexpected encounter — that is, I think, what writing can be, when we allow it to be."
It made me think about all the people I've briefly connected with on my travels, how sometimes you make eye contact with a complete stranger and feel certain you've met them, known them, loved them before.
Took that idea and ran with it today — really happy with this poem!