Atomic Chains: NaPOWRIMO 14

O, I ate a Pig's Eyeball?!

A San San to My dream Last Night:

Snow accumulated along the tracks
life after chaos echoed
Nuclear winter buses.
Snow relocations of our packs,
life after chaos bellowed.
We huddled at our leisure's 
Nuclear winter musses,
we huddled to escape zephyrs.

NaPoWriMo Day 8

Alas no picture of a Lily in Bloom

Nuns Blush In Spring Gardens

Camera lens captured dew
on Lily's pistil,
florid ready to screw,
with superior skill.
Nuns blush in spring gardens.

Pistil's honey dew drips.
Bees suck onto pollen; 
onto swollen red lips.
Petals lay crestfallen.
Nuns blush in spring gardens.

 Petals perspire, suns rays
make the convent grounds
wet, hot, vapid, ablaze;
dew drips down filaments.
Nuns blush in spring gardens.

Poem influenced by the pictures of Robert Mapplethorpe 







 

Role of the Poet:

April is poetry month here in the United States.

When one mentions poetry, the response from others is a collective fear.

However, I believe the role of the poet is to reawaken the sense ordinary things, the hum drum, the things we trip over when we are on auto pilot.  Poets reconnect us to the things we have become blinded to.  Therefore, all poetry should be understood by all adults.  (Sorry kids but some poems are not understood by you yet, because you need experience to understand the feeling.)

So poetry should be so dull that everyone gets it? No! Poems should be flexible and understood at a variety of levels.  When I say all adults, I mean the poem at a concrete level should be understood by all adults.   If a professorsesque snobs writes poetry to look intelligent and fails entrance to the poem at a concrete level, they should not be writing poetry.  These snits are jerks who think that they are proven smarter when others feel dumb.  They are not cool at all.

An example of a great poem is  William Carlos Williams the Red Wheel Barrow:

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens

This poem could be just a simple portrait of a farmhouse with chickens and tools.  Most adults know what a red wheel barrow is, have seen morning dew, and have experienced white chickens,  But the fun part is trying to figure out why white chickens, and why red wheel barrow.    And it does not matter which level of meaning you gleam from the poem, if it creates a picture, or emotes a feeling than the poet has succeeded.  
By the way:
 William Carlos Williams was a doctor by trade and wrote his poems in between seeing patients.  He also felt that poetry was to be experienced by all and that concrete things, not ideas were the way to awaken the spirit. 

 For an analytical look at Wm. Carlos Williams the Red Wheel Barrow  : (click the link)

NAPOWRIMO #7 A Tritina: CSA soldiers.

Downtown Lakeland stands a monument,
dedicated to soldiers on the skids.
Civil wars, leave footprints.

Scent of citrus, footprints
remembered in this old monument.
I linger in the midst of historic skids.

The North burned the South to its skids;
and all that remained were ashen footprints.

The sky is blue, but its a grey monument.

NaPoWriMo #6

Inspired by a Publix Sandwich
I stopped to pick up a sandwich,
I dressed up for my writers group.
Ciera greated me with pained lips,
Sandwich maker hands,
Chicken Tenders in a bag:
mixed up with texas pete's sauce,
a bit of ranch dressing,
a pinch of blue cheese.
She sliced open the bread
and then she smiled.
She laid out the bags contents,
held by cheddar cheese. Plop!
Isolated elements, placed into oven.
And all the flavors became one.

A Sonnet to Brian Owner of BC REcords and Tapes

Dear Brian (Owner of BC's REcords)

BC's records on the corner of third and main
My brother and I would search thru the bin
of used vinyl, and tapes: music preordained,
Brian a guide to our novice Cashire Cat grin.

 We would move up down surprised
by the Molly Hatchet record cover
looked too mean to take as a prize,
but we looked the record over.

Brian would say, "Start with the blues,
I think ZZ Top is a good place to start."
My mind would seize in breakthroughs
 From Miles Davis's Bitches Brew: ART?

Thank you Brian for taking our ten year old senses
teaching us with graces and taking little offenses.