Posts tagged ‘Big Tent Poetry’

July 15, 2010

Love Note (In Code)

I wrote this poem in response to two different prompts. The first was yesterday’s prompt for my Month of Mindfulness. The second was for Big Tent Poetry’s prompt this week. In this prompt, the author Nathan Landau suggested that we write a poem in code. Once I mashed these two seemingly disparate prompts together, this poem arrived, demanding to be written down.

Some poems are difficult to write. Some I have to craft and eke out word by word. This poem just sort of wrote itself. In fact, it wrote itself so quickly and suddenly that I had to write it while blow drying my hair prior to work this morning. These types of writing moments are so few and far between that I have to pause and recognize how lucky I am when they happen.  It’s like committing to mindfulness is working…or something.

Love Note (in Code)

I love you like I love the taste of green.
You are my avocado
and like a spoon, I carve you out.

I love you like the smell of grass at night,
sweet and still warm from the sun.
I love your unripe bits, your rind. I even

love the spots where you’ve gone wild:
your open fields, your weeds.
I love your bitter leaves I am

still and always surprised by you, my mint,
my jalapeño, my fuzzy spot of mold.
I love your spring and bloom, your wither

and your rot. I love you as you allow
me to devour you, you who are always new
and always multitudes to me.

May 7, 2010

What The Carny Says

What the Carny Says

I may not be flexible, agile, or strong, but damn
if I can’t spot a sucker at twenty feet. I crow to him,

loud enough for the whole fairway to hear, but really,
I speak to him. I strut on my soapbox, suggest

the existence of miracles and mysteries never seen
before this day or time. I lie. I advertise

two-headed horses, bearded ladies, and Siamese twins. I give him
a poorly lit tent, a voluptuous man with a  five o’clock shadow,

siblings so close they hold hands under their costume.
I trade in illusion and expectation and I offer

disappointment in return. This is the way of the world:
Buyer beware. Don’t believe everything you hear. Learn

to be satisfied with your lot in life. There are no mysteries
that cannot be solved. No miracles, but the hot smell

of sawdust and horse shit, and the feeling of a woman burying
her face in your shoulder at the sight of horse with a dummy head.

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This poem was written in response to Big Tent Poetry‘s first prompt. In this prompt, they ask us to imagine ourselves as one of the people in a circus. What would that person say? At first, I didn’t know who to choose, but one morning, my brain just blurted out the first line while I was brushing my teeth. Poetry’s funny like that sometimes.

If you haven’t joined in the fun over at Big Tent Poetry, I would encourage you to do so.  They will unveil prompts and challenges, and they direct you to some wonderful essays on poetry from participants blogs. I really appreciate this aspect of the site, because it lifts up some lovely writing that I may have otherwise missed. From all early signs, it looks like BTP will be a lovely, messy circus indeed.

April 23, 2010

Have You Been to the Circus Lately?

Grab your peanuts and your cotton candy, the circus is coming to town!

Deb Scott, Jill Crammond-Wickham and Carolee Sherwood have started a new poetry prompt site and community called Big Tent Poetry. It looks like it’s going to be exciting!  The first prompt starts on Monday, May 3. Mark your calendars.

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