Journal 6

Rules: One more syllable per advancing line

I

love it

when you stroke

my hair at night

as we fall asleep,

my head on your chest,

my legs wrapped up in yours.

Your heartbeat inspires me.

Your breathing is a sweet comfort.

My reason for living, all wrapped up

in a blanket by my side, forever.

Cento Poem

I lie naked in our bed.

The sun breaks down

Like this, while snow erases all the streets.

I might sink. Do you know who I am?

The rooster jumps up on the windowsill

Standing by blank and amazed.

This is exactly how I knew it would be–

There is a shadow beneath me,

Off in the meager poem of your hiding place.

Our teeth rattle, and our souls.

Sources: Richard Jones, Simone Muench, Philip Stephens, Ocean Vuong,  Ai, T.R. Hummer, Marie Howe, Gary Young, Jim Richman,  Michael Koch

Journal 4: Line Breaks

The cows stand

under the trees in

the wet grass,

lifting their necks to pull

leaves down.

We slow the truck,

pull over to

the side of the road to

watch them.

 

How graceful they look, how

unlike themselves.

We get out and lean on the fence.

The cows don’t seem to notice

we are there.

 

The enjambment used in the lines of this poem emphasizes parts of the it like “watch them,” “unlike themselves,” and “we are there.” I think that this really emphasizes the watching/spectating aspect of the poem. This is interesting to me because at first I just broke the lines up so that it sounded good to me, but when I read it through I noticed the watching aspect. I think this may have been a subconscious action because I’m taking a class on Sherlock Holmes in which we are very focused on the Victorian concept of panopticism and watching/spying.

Journal Three- Similes and Similes and Similes

Poppie in His Casket- Version One

As a girl I was spared from

contact with the dead.

At funerals, my mother shielded me from the viewing

as if she were blocking a frigid wind from

reaching my soul.

At sixteen I saw him lying there

as white as the arctic snow

in the center of the church, for all to see.

I felt the gravity of death

weighing on my chest as if

it were an immense iceberg.

Tears stung my eyes

like frostbite stings the fingers at first, but

eventually I felt numb, as if I had

been out in the cold too long.

 

Poppie in His Casket- Version Two

As a girl I was spared from

contact with the dead.

At funerals, my mother shielded me from the viewing

as if she were protecting me from

some sort of dangerous beast.

At sixteen I saw him lying there

as white as midday clouds

in the center of the church, for all to see.

I felt the gravity of death

weighing on my chest as if

it were an immense boulder.

Tears stung my eyes

like the initial prick of a needle, but

eventually I felt numb, as if

I had been pumped full of Novocaine.

The Next Thing Always Belongs

Journal Prompt 2:

I finally talked to Michael today,

my throat dry and my voice hoarse- barely a whisper.

It was almost as bad as the time I tripped in the cafeteria.

The human larynx evolved specifically for speech,

but apparently mine is as primitive as a caveman.

I really boned myself.

Who knew speaking to your crush was this difficult?

At least I asked him for his pronouns first.

I want nothing more than to be close to him,

to sprout wings and fly away to a deserted island- just the two of us.

Wings? I barely got a sentence out before I froze up like an opossum.

I feel as unwanted as canned raisin bread.

I guess he’ll never be my bae.

Speaking to your crush is supposed to be easy!

Why can’t I stop choking up?

Maybe I should lube up this old throat and try again.

After all, my mom always told me I can do anything,

that I am as strong-willed as an ox.

I can’t stop thinking about him.

Even hearing his name makes my heart go wild.

Beautiful, poised, well-spoken-

I’ll be just like RuPaul this next time around.

This time I won’t trip and fall, spilling food-or words-all over the ground.

Just go for it!

 

Journal One

Taste: green tea, iron, bismuth, Cholula, salt and vinegar, miso, spearmint, mocha, curry, tequila, cough syrup, banana pepper, lysol, lime, pineapple

Touch: breeze, dog fur, sauna, scratch, burn, bruise, blanket, massage, scarf, coffee, keyboard, book page, pen, hair, dry

Smell: eucalyptus, bamboo, clean linen, sugar plum, bleach, “Pleasures” (perfume), peanut oil, Old Spice, mustard, Jose Cuervo, wet dog, tuna fish, honeysuckle, spruce, hibiscus

Hearing: miniature pinscher, raindrops, raven, keyboard, cash register, car horn, street drums, wind from car window, river, talk radio, silverware, landline, dog collar, neighbor, alarm

Sight: Zelda, tapestry, sunlight, fluorescent bulb, beach,  meme, neon sign,  clothing, reflection, makeup, black, tattoo, lightening, willow

Action: write, kiss, wonder, hide, reveal, overwhelm, lie, read, fold, engage

Abstractions: love, anxiety, self esteem

Other: Matthew, Soren, Target, father, future, worthy, family

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