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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.
NaPM April 22, 2021
Topic: Write a poem about a season of the year, in the opposite hemisphere to the one where you live. (If you live on the equator, you may write about either pole, and vice versa.)
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Strange Latitudes
Is it strange times or places
when mere location shifts all things?
Surfing at Christmas
buying Fall clothes for Easter
what difference does it make?
Those things not so much…
but rise-time and decline
climb and fall as evolved over Cancer
ill-assort themselves under Capricorn:
Christmas timed not so as to celebrate life kindling
but at the start of all things’ death;
Easter and its droll preceding Carnival
presaging not rebirth and resurrection
but hectic dark-fated exuberance
not tilling and the planting but
harvest and gathering into barns
chaff on wind.
Non-practicing atheist
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Upside Down
The seasons turn
away, tilting toward hopelessness
on the underside of the world,
in the hemisphere of homelessness.
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The hemisphere where I live is a brain,
the hemisphere of the Other
is really six billion hemispheres
a cacophony of seasons.
The only hemisphere I know is mine,
and the senses are its seasons,
simultaneous and subcutaneous
they rage or utter cries of joy or both,
though age has dulled the roar.
Brains, like dogs, are very territorial
and jealous even of their vomit.
If you haven’t noticed, it’s now barking
at another sphere, this one, the moon.
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No reserve NZ
Belly full of summer
now cramps in winter's hold,
Otago runs away with hope
and snows so deep
depression creeps, so cold.
Please let me rest,
I've carried children, wife and horse
followed Aussies yellow road,
sang songs that ward away old ghosts
that tell the tale of miners gold.
The river now feels my feet,
my breath slows into panning pools.
Soon I'll become the white
shores edge and sleep the sleep of fools.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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Jacana in the Green
The thunder pelts the delta
the bluebeaks build a deck
and lillies swoon and swelter
through serenades of krrrek!
The lady stalks and sails
in robes of rufous hue
to find the fittest males
and form the season's crew.
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Is it cold in the summer?
I mean during school seasons,
Like your summer vacation
Is cold. I've seen your Christmas
Parties with the warm weather
And the swimming pools but is
That your winter break? I mean
Do you even July bro?
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