june 6 - fibonacci sequence poem

today's prompt is to write a poem in the fibonacci sequence structure.
fibonacci poetic form. i.e. in the syllabic sequence 1,1,2,3,5,8....

the
pains
that are
imagined
are usually worse
than the actions of everyday

june 5 - i found a poem in my journal

today's prompt - a found poem created from today's journal entry.
As a device for controlling the form, the poem will be exactly eleven lines, june 5 = 6+5 = 11.


Hellified today/
The experience of no umbrella/
Desire fashions itself around/
Abundant internal mystery/
Walking in the rain/
Throwing stones at tanks/
Because they can recognize what I am/
Certain things that only cameras can capture/
Words do not fail, so much as flail/
Hadn’t expected anyone else to get/
Its amazing to be seen

june 4 - a date with a tanka

today's prompt is to write a tanka about a crush.
the tanka is a japanese form that predates the most popular and renowned form of syllable poetry, the haiku. a tanka is a 31 syllable poem broken into 5 lines that contain the 5-7-5-7-7 syllable structure.

Your hand, cool and smooth
Clutches mine tight underneath
Layers of shyness
Thighs pressed against vinyl seats
Shifting to receive your look

june 3 - acts of faith

today's prompt is - acts of faith

Bottle caps, used matches, smoke and dust
Crinkled brown paper bags
The lining of this nest is starting to accumulate
Unwanted grievances

Late in the afternoon
When the constant struggle of the day
Is shelved temporarily
I set to my task
Lining the bottles up
In groups of five, six, seven
Retrieved from under beds,
In between sofa cushions
And windowsills that have forgotten
What was once invited in
From the other side of the windowpane

Losing count is of no distress,
More so necessary
When transporting these hollow bodies

Rendering the bottles unto shards
Undoing the 22 ounces
until the weight of the shards
is laid out, like a mulch over the nest floor
and the true tests of strength can be performed

walking barefoot backwards into the nest
holding ones breath,
trying to discern
whether or not what’s felt is really
bottle caps, used matches, smoke and dust

June 2 - Secrets

today's prompt is - SECRETS.

Secrets are the air bubbles
that blister this family,

after a few years spent unraveling the intuitions
that were shoved aside,
those moments marauding as meaningless,
the burning sensations that would receive no relief
are later categorized correctly,
when certain substances rise to the top
of the ambiguous admixture
of our history.

Photo albums and home movies reveal
A speck of irritation present in the participants,
A fragment of understanding
That something was not right
Nor never would be.

Secrets are the tidbits of gossip
that are factual, and filtered of inflammatory inflection.
Secrets are the gossip that stays put between
The ones wielding the information
And the intended audience,
or the projected sites of destruction.

In this family, we have developed callouses
Large enough for us to flatten the prickly
realities that lay beneath the surface of our lives.

We are survivors of our own secrets. that is no secret.

june 1 - the farewell poem

today's prompt is to write a farewell poem.

I carried a typewriter

I carried your typewriter,
Not very far, but still I did as I was told.

I observe in secret your fingers as they
puncture light with this vessel,
clarify the space that exists in the photographs,
where the subject is turned,
looking away,
Hiding her subjectivity.

I am bludgeoned by my own need to know
where that gaze ends up.
The typewriter doesn’t answer my questions
The way I imagine they should be.
It stammers,
eager to dispel
unnecessary assumptions,
and leaves breadcrumbs
down certain paths,
coaxing me to follow.

I carried a typewriter
Crossing the street with this Mysterious heavyweight,
Wondering where the words will go
when departure arrives.

the 30 day poetry challenge for june

30 days to the month of june, as i commit to writing a poem a day for the rest of this month. i have collected and am in the process of collecting a wide range of prompts and will either type or write by hand something everyday, and then compile and upload my fruits every few days on "GETTING DRESSED IN THE DARK".
in place of the poem, (before its created or before i have a chance to share it via the site) i will at least share the prompt and/or a line from the text.
that way, people will know what i'm working on and when that magic major upload arrives days later, they will see the fruits of several days worth of prompts.
(i pinky swear no cheating, i will do a new piece each day and only each day will be devoted to one particular prompt.)
let the poetry flow!