Day Trip Poetry Marathon 2018, Week 10

The Marathon journey continues. Search under the category Day Trip Poetry Marathon 2018 for earlier entries.

Once again poetry writing, it’s March 8, and I am at Montco’s Brendlinger Library, today being the day after our second snowstorm in less than a week. This one resulted in about 8” of snow but we did not have the high winds of last week’s extravaganza, thank goodness. I was able to drive to school without incident, though I took a different route – PA 73W to US 202N – main roads and less worry.

This decision meant I parked in a different lot and entered the campus from a new angle. I’m in the Art Center lot, and this reminds me that, having toured the art facility a little while back, I can tell you it is really nice. I’m thinking of trying their ceramics open studio class someday. And if I have time, they have a student exhibit (high school) on right now that I’d like to see. I took a photo of the section where I parked so as to make sure I found my car again.

Anyway, here is College Hall from the other side. You can see the bell tower off in the distance, to give you a landmark.

I set up on the main floor and got to work. I had edited poems yesterday at home, so my focus today was on writing new ones. And I wanted to try to do a Minuscule, too, if time permitted. Of course, Little Vines, too, as well.

I find the day divides itself very easily. New poems in the morning, a Minuscule, maybe, then lunch, and then Little Vines. And then I head out for a pleasant drive home.

All right, here are some results.

First of all, some snow poems. Of course.

A dull sky
so deep
it is flat.
Sky and snowflakes
infinite layers of gray and snow
arrive one after another

on the ground
endless reams of weightless paper stacking up
in unending rows of columns rising
constructing the form from what was just an idea
seconds ago

the snow flakes
unruly crowd
they just run all over themselves
pushing to get to the ground
each one moving fast as it can
shoving aside
narrow misses
sneaky maneuvers
fend off competitors
I’m sure some hurt feelings
and none of them going anywhere
but hit the ground
The trip down is short.
Make the most of it.

From the Small Artist Sketchbook in progress. Guess what, it is that little white house again. I had forgotten about this version of it!

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The small house.
Blinds drawn. Door shut tight.
The patterns
in the landscape. The small house.
Its eyes shut. Sleeps on.

Out of my imagination. I will admit to sharing the green tea feeling expressed here.

nips the bottle
not the one you’re thinking
just a snort of iced green tea
about a million times a day
She is addicted. Says it gives her
a certain kinetic advantage
in getting through things
what things exactly I don’t know
she claims
it fights flab. I try to imagine
what she’d do with
one of those energy drinks
and realize it would be taps
for anyone in her path
I back off I say nil about it
Truth is
I’m a little scared of her

And now, some Little Vines.

can you take dictation and do shorthand
type up a revelation from an anonymous source
annotate an overheard conversation?
You’re hired.

cactus needle regrets
just grow and grow

the comet asserted itself
against middle-class morality
in the middle of the night

Stop lecturing me, he’s just a guy
average perception average indifference
I worshipped him and then I didn’t.

not so fast sister
said the egghead in the plaid jacket
Let me handle the acetylene torch.

I’m not one of them love losers
full of toxic personality traits
I’m guilty of plenty but not that.

I’ve told you and told you
helix has nothing to do with circle or triangle
epoxy isn’t going to fix that.

such blunt words
our family reunion fell apart after about an hour
let’s discuss how this is all your fault

Now he’s tried to steal the halo
Lucky it was stuck on with glue
This nonsense has to stop.

the unpleasant truth was holding
solid and immovable
like the everlasting ice in winter

I get the picture
nothing will stop you
short of removing your head and destroying your brain

a failed adjective
a soul banished
black pen strokes across the page

your eyes are up
your eyebrows even upper
you know all of this
but you don’t know all of that

I’ll step away and take a deep breath
I’ll find another town another street another house
And don’t say the word “zombie” to me ever again

Thank you for reading! See you next time.

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10 thoughts on “Day Trip Poetry Marathon 2018, Week 10

  1. Your poem made me realise that I don’t think I have ever had iced green tea, though I drink a lot of hot green tea. I will have to try it, perhaps when the weather warms up. On the subject of which, I love the collection of snow poems. They are so evocative and I love the rich imagery.

  2. Thank you and how great to hear from you! I wanted to try to make a portrait of these recent snows, maybe because this winter, there has not been so much of it that I am jaded!

  3. I am like fictional Doreen, inseparable from my bottles of Honest Tea. I also make it myself at home but it’s those bottles I must have…And I’m glad you like the snow poems. I felt frightened by the storms and I wanted to turn my thoughts in another direction, having made a conscious effort to look past my anxiety and to see the snow for its beauty and personality and not a …threat. I am glad you got the feeling you did from them, I did come away from these feeling I had made peace and moved into calmness and enjoyment with writing these.

  4. Thank you. The snow was beautiful, a nice thick snow that stayed on the branches and so on. And, it being warmer this time of year, melting pretty fast, so it won’t linger for weeks. At the library all I heard was the kids talking about spring break next week, seems funny to think!

  5. The unruly crowd of snowflakes…I know them well 😉 I like your shadorma and sketch with fascinating detail. Also enjoyed the vines!

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