30 Poems in 30 Days

30 Poems in 30 Days
A Project for National Poetry Writing Month

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Day 5: Seed Catalog Poem


Red Beauty
carrot, Black
Beauty tomato,
Jing Orange
okra, Golden
beets, Scarlet
kale, Purple
sweet potatoes,
Glass Gem
corn. Earthworms,
water, sun-warmed
soil, the cover
of night. Lay
the table.
See how bright.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Day 4 The Cruelist Month


April is the crewelists' month, stitching
flowers out of the dark yarn, threading
fuschia and pastel, shaping
green dreams with bright floss.
Line stitch gave us form, arcing
blue in delirious fills, blooming
a tendriled fruit with red circles.
Patterns surprised us, coming out of the tapestries
with a shower of light; we couched in the colonnade,
and went on to satin, into the bargello,
and drank chai tea and stitched for an hour.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Day 3 A Fan Letter

Dear Nellie Bly,

How could
any girl
not have
to be
you, then?

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Day 2 Family Portrait

It's not
       a good idea
       to write poems
       about my family

       because those people
       are already pissed off
       enough at me.

Friday, April 1, 2016

Day 1 Lune

So MoonJunkee is back, and, thankfully, today's prompt from napowrimo.net is a short one, letting us napowrimoers ease in.  So, here's my attempt at the 5-3-5 lune:

wisteria blooms
purple rain
against the dull fence

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Day 30 Backwards Poem

Wallace Stevens in a Dream with Snakes

Like any dream in Tennessee
they did not have another place
the jar and quiet snakes.
They took dominion. Everywhere --

so blue, and courting light and air.
The jar was bright against the dirt.
They slept awhile and dreamt of mice,
theses snakes it summoned, curled inside

they writhed and moaned.
We tasted whistling, grizzling air,
then filled it there with hair and clay,
that jar I placed in Tennessee.

* This poem is a backwards reshaping of a poem I wrote on the first day of NaPoWriMo in 2013, in response to a prompt which asked us to begin with the first line of another poem. The original poem can be found here: Firsts.

And so...thus endeth the poetry-finger-painting exercises for 2015, stumbling across the finish line once again.

Day 29 Review

Anxiety and Generalized Idiopathic Weepiness

While the materials here are perhaps,
as the kids say, relatable; sadly they are also
all too common. Serving up A&GIW
with a splash of whiskey or one-too-many
umbrella drinks does not make them
less ordinary. I recommend you subscribe
only if you enjoy insomnia and long, parking lot
sobfests. Better for you to turn off NPR.