This came out of a poetry exercise, in which I was supposed to use nonsense words to write about love. It didn’t really work out that way, but I am pleased with the results nonetheless.
I wrote this poem a week and a half ago. It was part of an exercise from Easy Guide to Writing Poetry, which I admit has proven very useful in my quest to learn how to write poetry.
Sweet and Thick
A tumble of red and yellow
silver bodies and limbs
a wide pale blue arc
and shadows golden on the ground.
The air is sweet and thick
After February’s Post-It Note Poetry, I’ve felt invigorated to keep working on my poetry and learning more about the craft of poetry. To that end I’m trying to write a poem a week. I hope, by the end of the year, I will half enough decent poetry to put together in a small collection and sell as an online e-chapbook.
This week’s poem is about philosophy, or, more precisely, the failure of philosophy to square with reality. I recently went to a reading by a poet who enthusiastically embraced philosophy and literary theory in her work. While I enjoyed talking with her, I left feeling naggingly empty. I realized later that it was because I am a realist: I see and report what I see as a writer. I try to understand reality as I see it. I don’t go after things which are rooted in the world of thought.
So I wrote a poem about it.
So, here it is. My last poem for Post-It Note Poetry for this year.
I am but a passenger
On the back of this world.
I’ve really enjoyed writing a poem a day. It gave me permission to write poetry in the first place, something I’ve been scared to do because poetry is hard y’all. It tested my ability to be concise. And it was a wonderful practice in general. Also, I got to read other people’s awesome poems. 🙂
I had such a good time with this I am thinking of challenging myself to write a poem a week for the rest of this year. It would give me more practice writing poetry, that’s for sure.
This was originally supposed to be a post-it note poem, but it turned out to be too big for a post-it note. So I decided to post it here. It’s still very much a work in progress, but I hope you enjoy it.
The smell of you
in the morning.
I have some catching up to do on my post-it note poetry! Have the last three day’s worth of poems.
She can’t move
She can’t breathe
Her tiny life
One of billions
Without a sound.
Some refrigerator magnet poetry that would fit on a post-it note.
swim[s] with me
beneath the stars
when the sea
sings a song
find[s] the treasure