Hello, hello from your inconsistent monday poetry trainer. how y'all doing? we had the most beautiful weekend in Vancouver, sun shining and cherry blossoms and magnolias in bloom down every street.
Here's a fresh one from last week (when it was still cloudy and rainy).
I'm writing poetry again... hooray.
Id Matters
No matter my inner
chaos - the birds go on
with their lives
cats too, sometimes
all 9 at once
under the roof chicks
have hatched into
gray spring - the
big-headed tomcat skulks
down the cracked
driveway
Notebooks coffee my morning
I embrace words high
sages have warned me
not to use - I choose
emotion over intellect and
the letters get all curly
like a school girl's locker
Beyond that meadow
of voice all is right
with the world - I'm still here
behind the traffic of ego
in the lush cemetery of dreams
laughing - just laughing
my id off
Have an superlicious week!
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I like the adjustment to our self-absorbed perspectives here, Danika. I've been thinking along similar lines lately.
What would Freud think of the poem, I wonder. ;)
Ever since discovering Rhian's Poetry Train, I've been:
'laughing - just laughing
my id off'
And I love this:
'the letters get all curly
like a school girl's locker'!
i smiled at those lines too, the curly handwriting and school girl locket
lots of nice concrete images to conjure, i like how real it all feels, like i'm there too seeing the cat and the birds
AP--still high from beach eve picnic with bored doe and laynie and jen...
Hi Ladies,
I feel like all I'm writing about is cats and birds lately. I write every day on my back porch, which looks over the alley behind our house.
Julia - I thought ending with that line might have been too "clever" - but I couldn't help it. :-)
AP - wish I had been there!
I love that lush cemetery of dreams. What a jaunty, fun write!
Gemma
thanks, Gemma, for stopping by.
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