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NaPoWriMo, Day 8

This poem was prompted by the Two of Cups from The Housewives Tarot, a delightfully zany deck that has become one of my favorites. (Click here to see the card.) This image just begged for something light and fizzy.

The most important meal of the day

I love orange juice in the morning
especially with champagne

and you. Or should that be
I love you in the morning

especially with orange juice
and champagne?

Amazing how simpatico we become
with a mimosa or two under our belts.

NaPoWriMo 2016

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NaPoWriMo, Day 7

The Lovers card from Jennifer Galasso’s Crystal Visions Tarot was the prompt for today’s poem. (Click here to see the card.) This is not a deck I own, and the image struck me as trite when it popped up in the app I was using. I dashed off a flip little ditty and decided I just wouldn’t post today. But my experience working with tarot wouldn’t let me leave it at that: I’ve seen depth and complexity in other renderings of this card – what was I missing here? My squirrel brain kept gnawing at it until I came up with something presentable. I’m glad it did, independent of the result, because it made me put in a good day’s work writing.

Chosen

Let us close our eyes to the trappings of love, lest we be deceived
by the cloying scent of roses, the glorious ray of light that cleaves
the clouds. Doves’ wings whistle like arrows in flight, and roses
bristle with thorns. Dark clouds crowd the sky; can the tang
of ozone, the rumble of thunder be far behind?

Let us close our mouths to the rituals of love, speak no words
for the wind to carry off as they are heard. The link we forge of our will
and choosing must hold us longer than the silken cords of ceremony,
bind us more firmly than any oath we can swear.

NaPoWriMo 2016

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NaPoWriMo, Day 6

Today’s poem was inspired by the Seven of Staves from Helena Domenic’s Fellowship of the Fool Tarot. (Click here to see the card.)

Meet the challenge

Plant your right foot at the base of the mountains. Shift
until weight transfers from the bones of your body
to the bones of the earth.

Extend the other foot left at ninety degrees,
open your stance. Direct your gaze outward and release
your other senses.

Hold intention with curved fingers, right hand
at the shoulder, palm forward to meet, left hand near
the hip, palm down to ground.

Feel the life behind you, the undulating hills
and leaf-twined woods at your back: shield and screen,
ally and retreat.

Now you are ready.

NaPoWriMo 2016

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NaPoWriMo, Day 5

Today’s poem prompt was the Six of Swords from The Enchanted Tarot by Amy Zerner and Monte Farber. (Click here to see the card.)

Over water

Do not weep, Mother; the waves
are soft and the boat sturdy.
We are not lost – see, the birds
know where we are! Sun shines, sky
blues, and breeze lifts our small sail.

There, there, Mother; the rainbow
marks our place, and the wide sea
holds us in her circling arms
so we cannot sail beyond
the safety of the round earth.

Be at peace, Mother; the night
will come, and with it the stars
in their glittering millions
to watch and the moon to steer
our little craft home.

NaPoWriMo 2016

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NaPoWriMo, Day 4

The prompt for today’s poem was the Eight of Cups from Juliet Sharman-Burke’s Mythic Tarot. (Click here to see the card.) I once again found myself pulled into the inverse tanka form I used the other day (7-5-7-5-5).

Wine-dark dream

beneath the moon’s last crescent
and the cloudless sky
I descend: the stairs feel cold
and lead me away
from my mother’s house

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Readers and poets of the world – welcome!

 

NaPoWriMo, Day 3

NaPoWriMo 2016glopo2016button1I popped over to the NaPoWriMo site and found 1) they have made their official logo available for participants to use on their own blogs; and 2) someone came up with the brilliant idea of calling it Global Poetry Writing Month (GloPoWriMo), as people from all over the world are taking part, thanks to the marvels of the internet. I’m going to stick with my own cheesy NaPoWriMo banner because I think the tackiness suits me, but I’ll also display the official GloPoWriMo to welcome and celebrate all the international folks who stop by.

Today’s poetry prompt was the King of Pentacles from Juliet Sharman-Burke’s Beginner’s Guide to Tarot. I couldn’t find an image on the web, so I’ll be interested to know how the poem stands on its own. (Corn is used in the British sense that refers to cereal grain rather than the American sense that refers to maize.)

Harvest time

in my garden, I am king
the fruit-laden vines bow to me
the yellowing leaves dance before me
the corn bends its heavy head to me

in my garden, I am king
the rocks my throne
the five senses my body servants
and the rolling world my carriage

 

NaPoWriMo, Day 2

My prompt for this poem was the Ten of Pentacles from Dana Driscoll’s Tarot of Trees. (Click here to see the card.) I tried to make this poem into a tanka but just wasn’t happy with the result. The syllables kept sliding into a different pattern, which I gradually realized was a variation on the traditional pattern (5-7-5-7-7). So here I give you a type of inverse tanka (7-5-7-5-5).

tenacious conifers grip
thin soil with woody
toes, their snow-bent, needled boughs
an elegant fringe
to the mountain’s cap

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NaPoWriMo, Day 1

Today marks the beginning of National Poetry Writing Month, or NaPoWriMo for short. We know this to be An Actual Thing because there is an official web site: www.NaPoWriMo.net. Check it out, because the site has links to all sorts of challenges, prompts, exercises, you name it.

What am I doing for NaPoWriMo this year? I’m glad you asked! I will be presenting a workshop next month on using tarot (and similar pictorial resources) as a tool for writing, so I have decided that my daily prompt will be a card drawn from my collection of physical and virtual decks.

Although I have committed to writing a poem every day, I will not necessarily post every day. Experience has taught me that my work is not always ready for a wider audience at first blush, and that my greatest contribution to literature may well be to refrain from publishing something. But not to worry; my expectations are low enough to allow a good deal of material through, and I plan to have fun this month, at my own expense if necessary.

As proof of that, I now unveil my very own homemade logo:

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(Feel free to copy it and use it in any way that suits you.)

Happy poetry writing!

Prompted poetry: wanting

I took a little break from copyediting today to glance back through my journal for something to post. This is from early April, using a prompt I signed up to receive via e-mail during National Poetry Month.

Outside

yet again she had been
weighed in the scales of friendship and found
wanting, though she did not
know why, she felt certain
there had been cues, unreadable to her
misfit understanding, arcane signals
she did not receive
correctly, so once more she stood
apart, watched the turning
rope and tried to decipher
how the others knew when
to jump in

Prompted poetry: 5 a.m./supermarket in California

Some of the prompts from 30/30 Poetry have seemed a bit strange to me this year, but I’ve decided that’s a good thing because it stretches me. Yesterday’s prompt (supermarket in California) just left me scratching my head…until I glanced back at Thursday’s prompt (5 a.m.) and something clicked.

The supermarket at 5 a.m. is a place of quiet
industry. No elderly couple blocks the aisle
to argue about gefilte fish. No piercing
toddler wail tracks a mother’s progress
through the building. No man consults
a cell phone before a confounding wall of soup.

Stock clerks tidy shelves. The bakery fills
the air with delicious warmth. Sprinklers
hiss softly over the produce. Slicers whir
behind the deli and meat counters. Voices
rise and fall, indistinct above the gentle
drone of the refrigerated cases.