egb, 1 year ago to writingcommunity First poem post-NaPoWriMo. Took a good break but I’m trying not to let myself get too rusty 🤞 I like this one. #poetry #poets #writers #writersofthefediverse #poetsofmastodon @poetry @poets @writingcommunity @writers
First poem post-NaPoWriMo. Took a good break but I’m trying not to let myself get too rusty 🤞 I like this one.
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egb, 1 year ago to writingcommunity Last poem of NaPoWriMo! The prompt was to write a palinode, in which the speaker abandons a prior position held within the poem. Really proud of this one! Was a great month for writing but I’m ready for a break now lol. #napowrimo #poetry #poets #napowrimo2023 #writers #writersofthefediverse #poetsofmastodon @poets @poetry @writing @writingcommunity but I think he secretly suspected he descended from royalty-the kind of royalty that takes the throne not by birth, but by force. His style of stroking turned me straight to honeydew, the voids he left glowing sweetly green as he sucked the breath out of me and regurgitated it back into my mouth. "To your health," he'd say, and I'd fall asleep to the clicking of his antennae. He bragged of having mated with countless queens before me but I think they would've killed him? I won't pretend to know much about the reproductive rituals of ants. Just wasn't built for the colonial life, myself. We went off and on for a while until he left me for a monarch butterfly. I don't blame him. She was an emblem of joy, lively beyond question, fervid as a wildfire. Anyway, he texted me recently to say he was sorry for being cruel. I decided to love him then. Didn't we both escape from that same tower of dirt? It took me years to learn how the soft-bodied keep their little bellies fed. And the more I think of it, the more it strikes me sensible that the most sensitive creatures in this rough-hewn world have the hardest exterior shells.
Last poem of NaPoWriMo! The prompt was to write a palinode, in which the speaker abandons a prior position held within the poem.
Really proud of this one! Was a great month for writing but I’m ready for a break now lol.
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but I think he secretly suspected he descended from royalty-the kind of royalty that takes the throne not by birth, but by force. His style of stroking turned me straight to honeydew, the voids he left glowing sweetly green as he sucked the breath out of me and regurgitated it back into my mouth. "To your health," he'd say, and I'd fall asleep to the clicking of his antennae. He bragged of having mated with countless queens before me but I think they would've killed him? I won't pretend to know much about the reproductive rituals of ants. Just wasn't built for the colonial life, myself. We went off and on for a while until he left me for a monarch butterfly. I don't blame him. She was an emblem of joy, lively beyond question, fervid as a wildfire. Anyway, he texted me recently to say he was sorry for being cruel. I decided to love him then. Didn't we both escape from that same tower of dirt? It took me years to learn how the soft-bodied keep their little bellies fed. And the more I think of it, the more it strikes me sensible that the most sensitive creatures in this rough-hewn world have the hardest exterior shells.
egb, 1 year ago to writingcommunity Used the index prompt from day 28 for this one! #napowrimo #poetry #poets #napowrimo2023 #writers #writersofthefediverse #poetsofmastodon @poetry @poets @writingcommunity
Used the index prompt from day 28 for this one!
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egb, 1 year ago to writingcommunity If you’re not a mega nerd like me, then you might not know: a dirge is a “death march,” a hymnal poetry form used to lament the dead, typically written to be performed at a funeral. #napowrimo #poetry #poets #napowrimo2023 #writers #writersofthefediverse #poetsofmastodon @poetry @poets @writing @writingcommunity
If you’re not a mega nerd like me, then you might not know: a dirge is a “death march,” a hymnal poetry form used to lament the dead, typically written to be performed at a funeral.
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egb, 1 year ago to poetry Sorry 😭😭 so tired, this is the best I could do today. Only 3 days left! #napowrimo #poetry #poets #napowrimo2023 #writers #writersofthefediverse #poetsofmastodon @poetry #haiku #writersblock
Sorry 😭😭 so tired, this is the best I could do today. Only 3 days left!
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egb, 1 year ago to writingcommunity Weird one for today #napowrimo #poetry #poets #napowrimo2023 #writers #writersofthefediverse #poetsofmastodon #antipoem #antipoetry #prosepoem #prose @poets @poetry @writingcommunity @writers I shout to be heard over the drum of my own heartbeat: "Javelina, where am I?" He stares me dead in the eye and says: "You are in Homer, Alaska. You were meant to land in Barrow." "Javelina, what's my name?" His snout flares with smoke, hot and wild above his drooling mouth, and he says: "You are Arisawe, both the curse and the promise of God. You were born up the creek in solitude. You are one of thousands of unfound women. You are one of thousands of unnamed men. You are the shadow's wife. You are a skunk pig, like me." He spits and where his saliva lands, a tiger lily blooms.
Weird one for today
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I shout to be heard over the drum of my own heartbeat: "Javelina, where am I?" He stares me dead in the eye and says: "You are in Homer, Alaska. You were meant to land in Barrow." "Javelina, what's my name?" His snout flares with smoke, hot and wild above his drooling mouth, and he says: "You are Arisawe, both the curse and the promise of God. You were born up the creek in solitude. You are one of thousands of unfound women. You are one of thousands of unnamed men. You are the shadow's wife. You are a skunk pig, like me." He spits and where his saliva lands, a tiger lily blooms.
egb, 1 year ago to writingcommunity Had a hard time getting myself to sit down and write today 🤷♀️ #napowrimo #poetry #poets #napowrimo2023 #writers #writersofthefediverse #poetsofmastodon @poets @poetry @writingcommunity your roots sat you comfortably in a new terra cotta home and if ever we over-watered you, it was not for a lack of love, but for an abundance of it--a storm of love ignorant love we didn't know not to flood you with it, please just hang in there spring is coming
Had a hard time getting myself to sit down and write today 🤷♀️
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your roots sat you comfortably in a new terra cotta home and if ever we over-watered you, it was not for a lack of love, but for an abundance of it--a storm of love ignorant love we didn't know not to flood you with it, please just hang in there spring is coming