Each day for the month of April, the Cedar Bark Poets are writing a poem a day in celebration of NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing month. Poems are posted here daily. Let Katheren know if you would like to participate!
“And last but not least, our prompt (optional, as always). Today I challenge you to write a “mix-and-match” poem in which you mingle fancy vocabulary with distinctly un-fancy words. First, spend five minutes writing a list of overly poetic words – words that you think just sound too high-flown to really be used by anyone in everyday speech. Examples might be vesper, heliotrope, or excelsior. Now spend five minutes writing words that you might use or hear every day, but which seem too boring or quotidian to be in a poem. Examples might be garbage disposal, doggy bag, bathroom. Now mix and match examples from both of your lists into a single poem. Hopefully you’ll end up with a poem that makes the everyday seem poetic, and which keeps your poetic language grounded. Happy writing!”
For Sale-Brooklyn Bridge!
Gesticulating without sound
Bellicose in our distain
We flung silver spoons around our
Cheap beverage that taste of pain
First world morning predicament
Olfactories reject such bitter
Chagrined, we think ‘It indecent!’
Rampages of thought ‘a twitter
Not whole bean or freshly ground
Cometh lowly now,’good’ fortune turned
We just had bought 50 ruddy pounds
‘On sale’ coffee,truly, wholly burned
That shady barrista,of loquacious charm
Yes we were easily conned
Pocketbooks and pride the only true harm
Over the bargain we had recently fawned
So if I promise you a hot cuppa
Make haste away,away!
For here is much,so very much
Will offer it breakfast,lunch and suppa
The Horse With No Name
in the distance,
the sight of cascades
in plain view, the crystalline sight
so many smells discovered
slowing down to recover raunchiness
skull and bones, someone leaped then drowns continuing on with a resplendant sun a radiant aura encrusting the perimeter thirsty for water succulent drops fall catching them all
A painted lullaby
A painted lullaby
is how motherhood is portrayed
—for approximately five minutes
— when first purchased
Sapphire painted bathroom
— after hours of cleaning
Cascading soap bubbles
— from washing many dishes
Reflecting after the chaos
For a brief moment
a painted lullaby motherhood shall be
Dust bunnies, quintessential cleaning, and needed cognizant lies about lint.
I try to spice up my cleaning, an exultation of satisfaction without letting the reality of the task be too demeaning, Simple act of cleaning out a utility drawer of curios , one of the most mundane of chores Common everyday things, no erudition needed to figure out a pen, or silver napkin rings But what things lay obfuscated in the back, of which I remain nescient Adding to my odd jar of unknown intrinsic things And half parts of things, the other halves having decorously moved on with odd bits of old strings
elastomeric bands, twist-ties and string, Vex when their location, not a bell rings, yet here to the back it all clings.
I may need a totalitarian master, so that I could come up with an axiomatic panacea faster to amalgamate the contents of a simple bin, and Splendiferous calamitous Quixotically package the dull cables and contents within
oh, the Ennui of cleaning drawers looking for resplendent lost Keys after loquaciousness of failed Supercilious grandiloquent mnemonics of item’s locations my mind no longer trailed auspicious perlocutionary, but at least I have at last found a roll of masking tape.
I know not where what I want exactly is at, but at least in my mind can see the exact shape,
I lie to myself about how much myself this does behoof, and go back to cleaning all aloof