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30 days hath September…

August wasn’t a total bust, writing-wise, but I didn’t set any records. I’ve decided it was a fallow period in which my brain rested from writing, though I did a fair amount of reading and tending to domestic matters.

September doesn’t belong to any special writing category that I know of, probably because it’s when a lot of people go back to school. But it is a 30-day month, and thus ripe for some kind of writing challenge. Indeed, a quick search turned up a boatload of September writing challenge prompts, as well as a number of generic 30-day writing challenges that fit.

In the spirit of those challenges, I’ve decided I want to write something each day this month, just to keep myself going. Work and family have demanded a lot of time of late, so I am composing in my head during small, stolen moments and trying to commit the results to memory until I can record them.

Here are the first three days’ efforts, followed by a photo from the garden.

(Sep 1)

This day has been too many
weeks long; this morning
I thought of a poem,
but now it’s gone.

(Sep 2)

Of time and timing

I have lost five poems
for every poem I’ve written
because they came to me
at inopportune moments.

(Sep 3)

Tired and frustrated,
I pen short poems that feel
like haiku but aren’t:
a new American form?

And now, the promised garden photo:

Sedum ‘Matrona’ with garlic chives. A bit of salvia ‘Black and Blue’ in the upper right, along with a couple of flies and a goldenrod soldier beetle (Chauliognathus pensylvanicus).

Under the comet

neowise from SBAToday C/2020 F3 (a.k.a. NEOWISE) is a mere 64 million miles from Earth on its way through the solar system. It can be seen (weather and light conditions permitting) in the northern hemisphere, though I haven’t been so fortunate. Photo courtesy of Susanna Barricklow-Arvin. (Thanks, cuz!)

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I found this poem in a post by Jason Thayer on Brevity’s non-fiction blog. I wasn’t looking for a poem; I read the post intent on trying out the single-sentence prose form it describes. But the poem wouldn’t let me write anything else until I found it, like a toddler determined to play hide-and-seek regardless of the circumstances.

Bereaved
(after Jason Thayer)

in the morning I see our neighbor
swim her sadness, isolation
knowing hers alone

with loss comes communication
I could not stop wondering
what, how long, whether

there were days she didn’t look
across ill-defined property
the big dark house

walk past my window
if I linger too long
my eyes well

https://brevity.wordpress.com/2020/07/23/complete-sentence/

 

Resonated and touched

I’m catching up on my inbox reading and found some poetry (with a little derangement and omission) in Colleen Chesebro’s commentary on her own poem “Stone Ghosts.”

American carnage
(after Colleen Chesebro)

falling defeated
taste salt tears
like waves

hope flowing
feel the ripples
of change

touched deep
compelled to name
stone ghosts

https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/07/10/stone-ghosts-a-butterflycinquain/

 

sunflower july

Italian sunflower with Echinaceas

Day 30, LexPoMo 2020

lexpomo2018We’ve reached the final day of Lexington Poetry Month, and it feels bittersweet. I’m going to miss posting at the LexPoMo site, but it will also be nice not to feel so pressed to write and post. Since I only found time to read a handful of the more than 2,000 poems posted there this month, I plan to go back during July and give them the attention they deserve. That’s the truly sweet part about LexPoMo being over, now that I think about it.

Today’s poem was drawn from Stanley Kuntz’ “Halley’s Comet” and Stephen Burt’s discussion of it in The Poem is You, pp. 169-73.

https://lexpomo.com/poem/waiting-for-the-world-to-end/

Day 29, LexPoMo 2020

lexpomo2018I returned to Jo Bell and company’s 52 today and didn’t get past page 15. That’s okay; it’s all part of the work.

https://lexpomo.com/poem/a-kick-in-the-backside/

https://ninearchespress.com/publications/poetry-collections/52writeapoemaweekstartnowkeepgoing.html/

Day 28, LexPoMo 2020

lexpomo2018Sometimes I my brain scrambles what I hear and I have to cock my head and say, “Huh?” Such a moment inspired this poem.

https://lexpomo.com/poem/full-stop-catastrophe/

Day 26, LexPoMo 2020

lexpomo2018Now that my ability to focus has returned somewhat, I’ve started chipping away at the many to-be-read piles around the house. Martine Leavitt’s Keturah and Lord Death was near to hand the other day, and some of her lovely prose lodged in the corners of my brain.

https://lexpomo.com/poem/in-a-fairy-tale/

Day 25, LexPoMo 2020

lexpomo2018I carry a notebook with me at all times, and the back page is reserved for recording lines or phrases that catch my fancy, usually because they are strange. This poem developed from one such line.

https://lexpomo.com/poem/untitled-286/

Day 24, LexPoMo 2020

lexpomo2018I love ekphrastic poetry, especially writing it, so when I saw Adele Kenny’s prompt in my inbox this morning, I knew what I’d be writing today. Besides, who can resist Munch?

https://lexpomo.com/poem/up-too-early/

http://adelekenny.blogspot.com/2020/06/prompt-355-painting-to-poem.html

Day 23, LexPoMo 2020

lexpomo2018This poem is a riff on parts of the introduction to 52, a collection of poetry prompts put together by Jo Bell and a host of guest poets.

https://lexpomo.com/poem/how-to-use-this-book/

https://ninearchespress.com/publications/poetry-collections/52writeapoemaweekstartnowkeepgoing.html/