December 3, 2007

Day 3: Where you carry them

Jana sent this poem to me a couple of weeks ago (thanks, Jana!). I love the feelings and images it conjures. Write a poem about where you carry your words or poems. Or, write about something else you always carry with you.
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7 comments:

Reluctant Nomad said...

I used to make fun
laugh at her lips moving,
her furrowed brow
knit in silence

wonder what went on
and why she never
spoke the conversations
weaved in her head.

but now. now.
an adult in the making.

I know the words
one doesn't say

because unspoken fears
stay cold.

10:52 AM
Deborah said...

Oh, I get this Maralise. At a gut level.

11:42 AM
Liz the Poet said...

Put a pebble in your mouth
if you’re thirsty. No
need for the real
thing, yet.

Just keep momentum, keep
words flowing while
waiting for water.
Pen in hand, let
them pool like
saliva.

All around is dripping
poetry. If you can
swallow, gulp it
down, fill your
reservoir.

And place the pebble
in your pocket. A
dry spell will
come soon
enough.

4:08 PM
Brooke said...

I step over the cord again
It’s something I do over and over
But this time makes me ask why
It is necessary
I’m thinking umbilical
And I want to cut it

7:41 PM
Anonymous said...

Ooh, Brooke, i like it.

8:58 PM
jana said...

A poem by Bill Holm, for inspiration (as quoted in Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird):

Above me, wind does its best
to blow leaves off
the aspen tree a month too soon.
No use wind. All you succeed
in doing is making music, the noise
of failure growing beautiful.

8:54 AM
Zenaida said...

Breath fuels,
burns hot in the flame of exertion,
moves over cold metal,
molds this silver into my muse,

Breath brushes,
exposed face,
can't get enough,
trade mine for yours,

Breath weaves,
intricate tangles of conversation,
creates vast landscapes of humans,
connects me,

Breath breathes life.

12:17 AM

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