October Promises

Poetry, Day Eight: Pleasure

From the tantalizing to the satisfyingly sober, have your poem convey a sense of pleasure today. Imbue it with joy, glee, and profound contentment — or, if you wish to keep it dark, write about the lack of or longing for pleasure in your life.

William Trost Richards

William Trost Richards

The Clunk of a chain

whispers, cries, please

the sweet scent of caramels

Halloween

 

The snap of a twig

the rustles of leaves

bones rattling from the behind you

Halloween

 

Shadows with cold hands

shadows with teeth

hiding behind you, above you, inside of you

Halloween

 

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Out Of The Blue

Poetry, Day Six: Screen

You’re reading these words on a screen. Screens — comforting, addictive, inescapable — are everywhere, especially when we read and write (and blog). Today, write a poem about, against, or in homage to the screens in your life. Or write about some other kind of screen — for example, the one stretched across your window, or the piece of cloth on which movies are projected at the theater.

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It chased me in my dreams

it chases me when I wake

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              why do you follow me

              into the bathroom?

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              why do you care what I eat

                                          what I wear

                                              what I think?

Are you a God?  A Devil? A Demon?

      You judge my harshly Facebook, you frown upon me, scold me

         When I chose to think

             for myself

                   or chose to be

                                alone.

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               You ask when I sin

                       when I vote

                           when I’m good

                                      and when I’m bad.

                                          Did I fly a Rainbow flag?

                                             Did  I weep for the kittens

                                                left in a bag, on a road

                                                    all alone

                                                         defenseless in the cold?

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                                                 Do you think you

                       are

                                 Santa Claus?

My Mom or my Dad?

                                           Because I  know you are not

                           I’m glad you’re not.

  You have

no passion

no Soul

housed

in your cyberbones.

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   I wish we could

pull your plug, cut  your cord

 live again

without

stating

repeating

endlessly

relentlessly

to the very end

of each and every day.

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How can we turn you off, turn you away, live for the moment

 without looking down

without looking away.

We can live out of the blue.

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we

existed

without you

before.

Bill Traylor

Bill Traylor

Think Happy Thoughts (or) I Get It Wrong Again

Poetry, Day Five: Imperfect

We find faults in ourselves, in others, and in the world around us all the time. Today, write a poem about the imperfect nature of someone or something, whether you accept these imperfections or complain about them, try to fix them or celebrate them.

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I want to be a Nightmare and fly from head to head

I want to be the night terror where you fall and wake up dead.

I want to be the vision that makes you scream and cry.

I don’t want to be the kind of dream that makes you smile.

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