What’s up with the Poetic Asides prompts this year? They are really not making it for me most of the time. Worse, I spend my time trying to squeeze myself into their restrictions when I know they don’t speak to me, and then I’m caught out at the last minute with no poem and having to compose on the fly. Feh. Just two vowels? Are we in the seventh grade? Are we trying to turn poetry into a game to make it palatable for the youngsters?
Clearly cranky today.
Trust is like masonry, like building a brick wall, like good fences. Piece by piece. One hand extended, another catching hold. Good fences. Like Kaprow’s sweet wall — bread and jam for brick and mortar, I always say my hands are open. If I’m lying, is it to you or to me? Is it that I want to be that person, the one who can still be open? Are these walls brick or bread? The loudest voice inside me is the one that’s stopped believing. Can her hands ever be open? Can mine? And I choose. Sweet or solid. Brick or bread.
Are you writing poems this month? Where can I see them?
Let’s share this craziness!