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…
Snow screens the sky from day,
sun a shadow, its mango summer
shimmer dimmed for the season.
Forget about desire.
This is faith. Something commands us to move
and so we do, the hours long, so many knots
You navigate by a new map,
one with no land and no compass points.
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.