Keeping Up

The weather this week has been schizophrenic: freezing and clear, then accumulating snow. Sunny and cold, then cold and gray. And now, after a day of rain which is now turning into sleet, all we need is thunder and a sixty degree day to have had all four seasons in a week. My kind of town, indeed.

Speaking of weeks, one week in to February Poem-A-Day and I am on track. I can’t make any promises for the whole month, but so far so good. They’re not all gems, but some of the work is worth looking at again. I will share lines from Days 4-7 below. If you want to write, look for a prompt after the lines…

February 4

Snow screens the sky from day,
sun a shadow, its mango summer
shimmer dimmed for the season.
February 5
Forget about desire.
This is faith. Something commands us to move
and so we do, the hours long, so many knots
to untangle.
February 6
You navigate by a new map,
one with no land and no compass points.
February 7
Send us dung beetles, starfruit, hijabs
Your uncle’s double-jointed thumbs
If You Want to Write:
1. Choose all of the nouns (or verbs, etc.) from the lines listed above and use them in a poem.
2. Choose one line and write the words down the left margin of your page – use them as first words in lines of your own poem.

19 thoughts on “Keeping Up

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  3. I’m on track, too! Thanks so much for your inspiring thoughts and prompts.
    #8 In Trouble

    Send her right home next time she pulls that shit.
    Us know how to whip her just as good as Pa, if we find the belt.
    Dung beetles hiding in teacher’s lunch pail, tasting the apple?
    Starfruit report late? What we know about jungles? Brown people in
    hijabs, staring at the camera cuz their Mama don’t hide their faces.

    Uncle’s back from the war, if you can call it that.
    Double-jointed injuries. He’s tight-lipped, all
    thumbs. She hardly knows him. After school,
    instead of reciting spelling words like Bible verses,
    she hides her bruises.

    Everything we got to do, we did.
    Sticking our elbow in the tub, keep from scalding
    her toes. Mixing the white medicine
    with honey. Saving the Valentine she glued crooked,
    with the christening gown.
    So now it’s what we don’t got to do. What’s left?

    We send her to the orchard with two baskets,
    one for clingstones for jam, one for
    freestones for plain eating. You think she comes back with ‘em
    more than scant full? That girl, ducking the swing,
    too smart by half. Uncle hollers through the drooping rows.
    “You don’t come ‘ere, you eating slugs for supper.
    I see you, sweet and wet in peaches
    between those skinny legs.”

  4. Good for you and best wishes for the rest of the month! I’m going to light a fire under myself soon and get writing regularly again, hopefully before NaPo comes around again.

  5. Donna,
    Hi, my name is Maire and I am Irish. I have taken your February 7 post and am using the verbs and nouns for fun 🙂

    dung beetles

    Sent into the desert,
    a dung beetle
    wearing a hijab
    as shelter from the sun,
    stuck his thumb
    into a fallen starfruit
    wielding it all the way home.

    His thirsty uncle
    danced a jig with delight,
    his double-jointed toes
    held the yellow star in the air
    as they both sipped it’s sweet juice.

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