Poetic License

So the challenges do far…

Well, due to life circumstances, I scrapped the screenwriting challenge. I gotta do it one year though. I just have more poetry than narrative story in my head right now.

But the poetry challenge?! If you have been reading, I’m sure you can see the result. The prompts are a lot of fun and definitely help me stay out of my head too much.

Here’s the thing about poetry though that I’m realizing (at least when I write it). I like my poems to be scrappy and less than perfect. I like when they are simple and yet evocative. I like them to use bold, straightforward words that are about complex things. I don’t like them to be too flowery. And I really don’t want them to take a long time to write.

Not that taking your time and going over things is a bad thing. Like have you ever seen a Hawaiian feather cape or lei? So I intricate! I appreciate so much! To make this lei or cape you need feathers from a certain kind of bird. You don’t just go out and kill a bunch of these birds and take their feathers though. No! You let the birds live. You only take one or two so obviously in a cape of a certain size it’s going to take forever to make a cape like this.

It’s not that I don’t have that kind of patience. I just like to do a little bit sometimes and switch gears. One day I will attempt something longer and that takes years to create.

I’m trying to do my poems in order and sometimes the set-up is more involved. Like the one I’m on now involves other people, so it may be a while until I blast through that one.

I used to feel really sheepish about my poetry because I didn’t really ever learn specifically how to write it. I’m just doing it. Sometimes it comes out reasonable. Then I read like straight-up poets and I’m like WHY DID YOU DO THAT THIS IS SO GOOD MY WORDS ARE POLLUTING SPACE.

And then I’m like 🤷‍♀️ well idk

So I’ve decided it’s fine.

I’m sure the folks getting my posts emailed are like, “So why’s Barbara posting like a whole bunch of poems all today?” I finally got a couple minutes to just go. Does anyone ever listen to drum and bass? Because to me, what it feels like to write poetry, or what I strive for it to feel like is a steady beat with atmospheric blends, warm mids and a sometimes haunting baseline that always makes whatever melody comes out so much bigger than it seems. Far off outer space sounds and glitchy sound effects that sound like glitter and feel like deep sighs of relief.

NOW THAT is what poetry should feel like

(if you ask me)

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#14

a fox

in a moment of magic

little beams of light

to deeply connect to the world in a way others can’t

asks the question

which way to go

directions

asks itself

there is no fear of choosing the wrong way

the world is an opportunity

yes it walks

stepping into the uncomfortable space

to be resourceful

to figure out a way

all that abounds

is playful laughter

#13

awe

of aloha

how love

and spirit

how magic feels

life

like a mountain

like time

meeting love

and that feeling of freeness

breath

full of spirit

rising like mountain peaks

slowing time’s pace

to the expansiveness of dreams

newness

of vision

vast like the ocean

and how nature soothes

with a familiar call

#12

the experiment:

  • 3 minutes of nothing
  • 2 images
  • 14 words
  • 1 minute to write

 

the result:

(images whirring fan & expectation)

i don’t hear anything but the steady whir

and think this is not silence

and wonder is my peace of mind ruined

by wondering this

 

hear the whir

think silence

and wonder is peace of mind ruined

by wondering

 

#10

oh boy

you’re so beautiful with the funny things you say

your bright smile

and how you like to be cozy

how dynamic you are

how you see the best ways to move forward

how positive you are about possibility

the calling you have that drives you

the love in your heart that moves you

every day i watch you with awe

and thank you for inspiring me

#9

symptoms:

constantly running

in some respects a good thing

constantly turning and thinking and speculating

you try to hold it in your mind but it transforms into something else

diagnosis:

i see now that you have trouble being stationary

do you feel as though you are carrying something you can’t get rid of?

an invisible monkey holding onto your neck with firm grip?

yes, this prevents the thoughts from releasing properly so they swirl endlessly instead

you probably have tension in your upper traps from the weight that isn’t your that you carry

treatment:

we need to give you tasks to do

big and small, endless juggling at first

we see that you are nimble

and also we recommend a kind of surgery

well to a degree — it’s non-invasive

one of the things will be to relax enough that we create an opening next to your neck

it’s like bone setting

once we get space in between the monkey’s grip and your neck

we latch onto the invisible monkey with a firm grip of our own

it’s a swift pull and then it’s off

you should notice instant relief in your neck and upper back muscles

over time thoughts will cycle through regularly

prevention:

1) nature

2) breathing deeply

3) gratitude

4) action

5) walks and other forms of physical exercise

6) meditation

7) eating right (less sugar and alcohol which are the monkey’s favorite)

conclusion:

just because you have an invisible monkey strangling your thoughts and keeping them from circulating

don’t let it keep you from a normal, happy life

invisible monkey is treatable

you can be free

#8

dear mother goose

who showed up at the spa today

to give birth

to eggs in the barren planter by the jacuzzi

and to papa goose on the railing enclosing the spa

and to the little rabbit who scampered by later:

may i offer you some spa water?

i hope you feel safe

i hope you like the ambient music and happy hour trail mix available

i have to say — i’m concerned about your nest

they may have to move the eggs

i know it’s this really nice spot

i’m just not sure about it

do you know how honored we felt that you chose us though?

it was a special kind of moment

we know you weren’t to thrilled with us watching you from behind the glass

but we are thinking positively for you

and congratulations!

#7

the swirl

all or ocean

it caught anything sounded

her sounds

angular alternate

another

once strange

that heard of like streaming the gods

inside calling

ear across language

in that doorway of the It

way melodic planet

She

other woman strange

knew

surrounded

heard street her

for a city thought

unlike everywhere

but had languages of in

#6

i don’t care who gets the ring

who wears it

who has the lamps and the cleaning supplies and

don’t you know there are hearts now everywhere?

like the kind that said hellooooo

and after a long yawn

and that the stuff is no longer here

i don’t care

split it a million ways and could all be moved to the garbage dump

swimming in the Pacific gyre

sea of memories of times when they just sat

or spoke to tell story

and my heart goes up up

up up

rate goes up up

up

increase the value of the living beings i once (still do?) knew

as each inch of carpet is dissected like delicacy

everything has it’s price

but it won’t bring them back

neither will the picture frame

the desk

The vacuum

neither will the claims and tears and arguments of what a human heart is capable of feeling

that she didn’t have a limit on how much she put out

as did he

as did she

as did all of them

and my blood boils when i think of how we devour the unimportance of

what’s left

dilated and honed in pupils my heart beats at rebellious pace

to high pitched scream

in order to be grounded once again

in the midst of this greedy confusion

i hate

talking

about

this stuff