You may be familiar with my Poetry Marathons – I’ve done them since January, 2015. I take a week, several times a year, and devote it to poetry – writing, editing, all poetry-related activities.
This year I have decided to do one segment of a Marathon each week. Two to three hours set aside for poetry, outside my regular life. It’s called the Installment Plan Poetry Marathon.
For more background information, look here. And if you want to read previous posts in this series, search this blog under the term Installment Plan Poetry Marathon 2017.
On Friday, July 14, the Marathon traveled during the day.
As explanation, my computer spent the week in the shop, coming back Thursday night (healthy now, crossing fingers). Also, in the summer, my usual location, Logue Library at Chestnut Hill College, closes at 1 pm on Fridays – and I usually like to leave around 3 pm on poetry days. Between these two factors, Friday was the day to work but the library was out.
In addition, the last couple of weeks have had a lot of interruptions, and I did an art show last weekend, which always throws the following week into confusion.
Do you see my point? I am very scattered! So, I decided to go over last week’s work at the grocery café and to do snippets in the afternoon at home. Now you have the picture.
So, I arrived on this rainy morning.
I settled at a table and got to work.
I finished up with last week’s poems very quickly and decided to try writing new ones. My mind seemed to have pulled itself into better condition, to my surprise, and I could concentrate more than I thought I’d be able to.
At lunchtime, I decided to go home. For one thing, the air conditioning at the store was set on its most powerful setting, I think, and I was freezing!
I came home, ate lunch, and set up again at the dining room table. I decided to keep writing since my thoughts were flowing more easily than I had anticipated; I’ll do snippets another day.
I have a nice view out to the back yard.
And my cat came to help me.
Then he went back to his own concerns.
I wrote some more and then I was finished. Here are some results.
I have seen quite a few tiny rabbits this summer.
not used to this life
could fit in my palm
but grown-up. Already looking
to take care of himself
scared of everything
with good reason.
Crossing the road
reaching out his front legs
pulling his back ones up to meet
just short of being too scared to go on
again and again
deciding to go on
until the warm asphalt is behind him
back in the grass and
disappearing into it
with relief, I imagine.
little first-summer rabbit.
Left thumb taps phone screen
Right hand holds fork stopped mid-air:
Businessman’s quick lunch
Give it a hard squeeze
spoil it for anyone else
Just throw it back in the bin.
Lady, what does it matter?
And some handwriting snippets.
get enough of that panic and fear
your stomach pushes off hard
does a double flip and does it again
a leaf fell too early
make it count for something
What with the T-shirts, food poisoning, and skeletons
it’s so important to keep the door locked
in this stupid town
built a one-way street
blocked every exit
didn’t answer phone calls
couldn’t stop remembering
the paid informant
all the way across town
stumbles and staggers
etched across her face
OK! Thank you for reading. See you next time, I hope.