The Marathon journey is in its fourth year. Just Enjoy Yourself is its current incarnation.
The Marathon was held at home this week. It’s a bit chilly right now, cloudy and gray, and I’ve been busy with things over the past few days and felt like a day at home would be nice.
I’m drawing together some loose ends with this session. I’ve accumulated fragments and parts of poems as well as having some that are finished but that don’t like how they are finished. Additionally, I wrote some poems earlier in the week on the Notes app on my phone and let autocorrect guide me. Those poems had lots of interesting word combinations in them and made just enough sense but retained some opacity (in other words, you get intriguing or evocative pictures in your mind from the words, but the over all poem wanders all over the place as far as meaning).
I tend to be very linear in my thinking. The challenge this week for me was to do some writing that maybe is not so much that way. I like doing it; whether it’s any good, well, I guess I’ll leave that out of the equation and just go on as I want to.
All right. I’ll show you some poems. But first of all, what are these photos?
I took a class on using the camera in my phone, and I learned about some apps for different effects and techniques. I no longer use any camera but my phone, and I have slowly opened my mind to the different ways it can take photos. Too slowly, I am thinking. I’m looking forward to exploring here, too.
Straight out of my daily life.
Brass zippers and rivets
thwacking angry raps on the glass –
four pairs of jeans
coughing and thudding in soapsuds
as the washer spins them dizzy –
I hope the door holds.
This poem is one of those wandering poems. The capital letters are how the app did things in my original version. Later, when I moved things around, I liked the look of them and I left them.
But enough of them want
to have forgotten what they used to be
Just to Live satisfied
to be left Alone.
Another poem from the Notes app.
Histories yet unwritten and unrelated
Re: Questions about singing
in avocado octaves
Fruit Ranked and Stacked
end of the aisle at the grocery store
Back when it was not dangerous
For A chorus Of
Silver tongues to extrapolate
A shopping list into birds
Flying just below the ceiling
Answer them said the picnic basket
Packed with fresh air
And me A tenor but my voice light
I did my best to
Align the green rain
that floats on the breeze
with clouds flying pink above
Company for the
weightless triangles of soprano Fragments
Of a robin’s egg
scattered on the ground and
look up to
Four nestlings in the branches above
Soft Screech their baby voices
Around the chartreuse backlit leaves
trip me fall me into avocado dreams
of when I was still young
a tiny fruit hanging from the tree?
Thank you as always for reading!