Saturday, November 22, 2014

Twenty-one Days Down Nine To Go

I'm nearly there! Nine days to go. I'm thinking to make a poem a day a regular occurance and not something I do for a month. In fairness this is my second month this year doing A Poem a Day, April being the other month. So when I'm finished I'll have sixty rough poems. Not bad. I wrote this poem yesterday

My Old Dog Echo
I open 
the door
to the
sound
of my ghost
dog's feet.
Its pads 
echo down
the hall
into 
the sitting room
where
it sits
warm
in front of 
the fire.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Proverbs, Apertures and a Word Jar

My good buddy Toirdealbhach, over on Tea and Peach, has taken up my idea of using proverbs when writing. We discussed writing a piece of poetry or prose with a specific proverb in mind and so we picked, "A windy day is not for thatching". He'll write a piece in Irish and I'll write a piece in English. Now I haven't thought about this proverb much but I'll have a go at it soon when I have time. Talk about a busy November.

Take a look at Toirdealbhach's blog post Proverb prompts. You can read a piece of his written around the proverb: There’s no place like home.

On the poetry front I'm keeping up with the poetry a day project. It's nice to be a part of a group of poets who are also doing the project. I've been getting quite a few ideas and it's nice to see the different approaches and voices. I've been trying to do something a little different recently and making an effort to stay away from my usual imagery. Here's yesterday's poem:

When the Day Slowly Shuts its Aperture  
we crawl out of shells and stroll along
wooden piers while street lights bathe us in sepia. 
We take off our shoes to walk on salty sand
and traipse over wind-reddened rocks.
We listen to the melody of shushing waves
and hold tight for warmth 
like limpets and barnacles hugging the bay.

And with our eyes we picture our house
with a strong timber frame cut deep into a rocky face. 
Light flits in an upper window as a child drifts to sleep. 

In other news I've set myself up with a word jar. I have random words inside a jar and I pick one when I need a prompt and write something around the word. Today's word is spiral.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Hide in My Mouth

Today's poem is a free word association and a visual poem.


Sunday, November 16, 2014

Zines Just In

I've got some reading to do! Suzanna sent me a nice big envelope with a few of her zines and even a wordless novel. Check out the her website here