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Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month. If you have topic suggestions send me a PM.
Topic: Write a poem inspired by edges (of any kind).
Form : any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more
Questions?
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04-06-2020, 01:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-07-2020, 10:25 PM by Todd.)
The Edge of the Universe
Every photograph of you is the same,
stiff and unsmiling. Mute in my hand,
as I imagine you must still be.
Even then, you were turning away
a dark forest of shadow and branches
reaching toward no one.
It was where I left you,
at the edge of the universe.
That place where we wrongly say,
“You’re dead to me.” When the truth is
you were never alive.
It is the place where you left yourself.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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Edgy
One thing about an edge
in reality not Platonic idealism
is that real edges
even if they aren’t sharp
are harder on one side
than the other. Borders
for example or
people not in love
but touching anyway.
Non-practicing atheist
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One for sorrow ( The thief of everything )
He'd left the house nasty,
entered the club hooded
edging his way through,
not listening to the music.
Only watching pockets
aware of door-men,
drugs and fire escapes.
As the crowd fed on music,
he flew, snatching trances
from around the necks of wet chests.
A calculating magpie collecting gold chains,
disappearing in a flap of black and white.
A Stanley knife talon
ready to give out another
gruesome smile,
to anyone who grasped a tail feather.
When the police finally caged him,
his nest was full of black bin bags,
a St Christopher with my name engraved.
He'll fly over the prison wall in 12 Months,
Me? I cant get passed the front door.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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04-07-2020, 04:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-07-2020, 04:57 PM by RiverNotch.)
Todd that thing really reminds me of Louise Gluck, the imagery sorta hearkens back to the stuff where she contemplates infancy or when she embodies the plants of her garden--- nice and juicy. Would move the is in the penultimate line up to end the penultimate penultimate line, though. Lovely stuff.
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RiverNotch, that's a great edit suggestion. Wonderful word to end the line on. Nice catch.
Thanks! (I'll change it now so I don't forget)
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson