007 Challenge

[Trixareforkids]

003

3 a.m.
that sweet spot
between the witching hour
and the waking hour
where thoughts
dress themselves
if at all
obscenely
smirking at any attempt
to put them to bed
without fucking me

 

[Trixareforkids]

004

Four tires
under inflated
and nearly bald
whine their exhaustion
below me
but they at least
refrain from blowing
long enough
to get me where I need to go

 

[Trixareforkids]

005

Five days
from diagnosis
to death

She alway was
a lucky bitch

 

[Trixareforkids]

006

Six siblings
and not
a single babysitter

 

[Trixareforkids]

007

Seven come eleven
and my toes are tapping the line
as he brushes his high hat
and I breathe a sigh for luck
knowing full well
I'll be no lady tonight

 

[Tzara]

Seven

ii
in the night, she cried
out as I entered her, then
became very still

I did not want to hurt her
her quiet made me afraid

.

 

[Tzara]

Seven

iii
We heard some rustling
in the trees near the window—

Birds at night? A bat?
Her husband's friends come to spy?

I rose and drew the curtain.

.

 

[Tzara]

Seven

iv
Her skin shone as white
as the Snow Woman's, as cold
as well. I wondered
if this quiet was not night
but the emptiness of death.

.

 

[Tzara]

Seven

v
I hid her slip. She
..........hesitated, coming out
of the shower, grasped
her towel and frowned at me.

It's only midnight, I said.

.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

I can't find a companion thread for comments.....just wanted to say congrats to T-zed for 7 engaging poems.

 

[Tzara]

Seven

vi
The occluded moon
shrouds her bedroom in shadow.
She lies curled up, deep
in one corner of the mat.

.......I am an owl, flying low.

.

 

[Tzara]

Seven

vii
.......The bedroom lightens.

I must leave before the sun
crests the horizon.

I wash and dry my winecup,
.......straighten her bedclothes,
............................................last kiss.

.

 

[Tzara]

I can't find a companion thread for comments.....just wanted to say congrats to T-zed for 7 engaging poems.

Thanks, Tess.

 

[Angeline]

1-1

Now comes the season I've preferred,
the bright landscape and dancing leaves
blow down the heat and months unstirred.
Now comes the season I've preferred
for singing rain and yellow sheaves,
the rattle of the creaking eaves
is magic that cool wind achieves.
Now comes the season I've preferred,
the bright landscape and dancing leaves.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Now comes the season I've preferred,
the bright landscape and dancing leaves
blow down the heat and months unstirred.
Now comes the season I've preferred
for singing rain and yellow sheaves,
the rattle of the creaking eaves
is magic that cool wind achieves.
Now comes the season I've preferred,
the bright landscape and dancing leaves.

Could you identify the form, Ange, for any of us ignoramuses.

P.S. It's really lovely.

 

[Angeline]

Could you identify the form, Ange, for any of us ignoramuses.

P.S. It's really lovely.

It's a triolet. And thank you: I do love autumn.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

One

Fingers cannot catch
Even a single day's numbers
Even barring repetition
And without dismemberment.

Oh lucky day! 10 fingers and a mitt!
Both eyes fixed on the pitch.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Ange you are such a powerful poet. I hope to own a volume of your poems one day. I will shelve it next to Marilyn Hacker.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

002

Fingers wander unless ordered
To weave
To write
To peel
To mean something in skin.

Encased blood also
Can be directed. Up!
Up where we breathe.
Up where I can see you.

 

[Angeline]

Ange you are such a powerful poet. I hope to own a volume of your poems one day. I will shelve it next to Marilyn Hacker.

That's a wonderful compliment (of which I feel totally undeserving). Thank you. <3

 

[Angeline]

1-2

Autumn Triolet 2

October nights. Lights glow on the Delaware,
ripple the water. The neon sign "Trenton
Makes" bridges two towns, but we breathe the same air
October nights. Lights glow on the Delaware,
spy the leaves that float, coast, land as if no care
were felt in yellowing green spines now spent on
October nights. Lights glow on the Delaware
ripple the water, the neon sign: Trenton.

 

[Angeline]

1-3

Blues Sonnet for Terence

When I wake up I know that I'm alone,
open my eyes to half the bed alone.
Can't even reach you on the telephone.
You were my do right man, just meant to be.
Smiled and played it close, did just right by me.
Everything smooth swimming in your sea.
You're gone baby but you're still on my mind.
Where can you be but on my lonesome mind?
Papa I just love you: I'm so inclined.
One of these old days I'll see you again--
float into the haze and see you again.
It's on the up and up; just can't tell you when.
I say blue prayers for you every night
and one of these days I'll shine in your light.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Angeline, beautiful cadence and complexity. Thank you.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Another one.

Queens was unintended. Just look
Up late from the best page yet to land
Foreign. Cross the street. Look
Up for once. The white wings
Of maybe 60 gulls at once
Rolling waves and weaving
Joy into the air. Because sun.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Another two

In love he says over the active autopsy
Which gurgles encouragements
To scalpel--posts sporty gifs
In lieu of tongueless song,
Throatless sigh from a reed basket.
Floats on fume raised
Ghosts of rivers.