A new year and a new Marathon begins.
I arrived at Montgomery County Community College Brendlinger Library on January 3, a very cold (10 degrees F) morning.
Butler Pike and Spring Garden Avenue, Ambler – some traditions continue.
The campus is covered in a light blanket of snow, and we are going to get some more tomorrow – you can see the lines of ice-melt solution already sprayed on the walks and parking lots.
This blurry photo represents me running into the library…it is just that cold.
And here I am standing still. Just for contrast.
I have a new name for this year’s Marathons: after changing my mind several times, I have decided on Day Trip Poetry Marathon. Easy to see why. I make a trip into poetry writing for a day each week. It’s a little step away from regular routines, just like a day trip in ordinary life.
All right. We all know what the routine is here at a Marathon session, no matter what it’s called. I sat down at a table, I pulled out my papers and thought about my plan. The library is very quiet because school is not in session – this week and next, I will have the place almost to myself.
Edit last week’s poems. Write new ones – including working on a small Artist Sketchbook that I’ve filled up with images, now needing words. (And that reminds me to get to work on posting the large sketchbook I finished up in the last few weeks.)
OK, that’s plenty to do, isn’t it? Let’s see some results.
This poem is clearly influenced by the weather…
Oh we chat
waiting in line for our bagel breakfast
in the warm shop
with snug seats and clean tables and a fireplace
gas of course but still
it puts out a good strong stream of
it flickers in a cozy way
so that we feel just great
waiting for our bagel breakfast
while the high snow clouds gather in the sky
and water mains break all over town
This poem is a shadorma (I am trying some of these and I love the form) for the small sketchbook.
moon tied to the sky
by a string
the knot slipping. It will fall.
Quick put up your arms.
And this poem just appeared. Oh dear.
In this charming noir fairy tale
she’s a real clothes-horse
blonde in a mink coat
flitting around like a firefly
with an expensive purse full of the usual odds and ends
my colleague and
All business today
shot me dead in my office.
Sometimes things get too real.
Now, some Little Vines.
suppose I told you
I fractured his tibia
because I was not interested in the fibula
what a liar she was
designed just for that purpose
wait for instructions or don’t, I sure don’t care
just find out where that lunkhead went
before he breaks someone
it’s an emergency and things are in such a jumble
first a cardiac arrest
then my phone went dead
my boss was a great big wet slime
after wheezing out especially noxious gases
a specialist had to be called in
I’m afraid it’s not good news
Hey man, look out for the bus.
employed as a personal shopper
I de-escalate figure flaws and fashion folly
for people with a lot of ready cash
fine, keep your secrets
you make your own choices
but even the chickens are suspicious
Thank you for reading! See you next time.