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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

National Poetry Month, Day 8: Sucker punch

Original Emily
Week two of National Poetry Month, and high time we share a little Emily, as in Dickinson:
Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness -
'Tis the Majority -
In this, as All, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you're straightway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -
I should have used this one yesterday, you could almost misread that first line as 'March Madness.' Yea, we've been watching too much basketball.

The poetry prompt today was a little disturbing; it seems on Tuesday, you get two choices:
Write a violent poem. Could be person on person violence, person on animal, animal on animal, nature on person/animal/nature, and so on (insects, erosion, cosmos, etc.).
Write a peaceful poem. I suppose this might be the opposite of a violent poem. But perhaps not.
Ack! Let's go all CSI with a retread from last winter.

The Crime Inside My Head

Resolve yourself already,
damned insidious plot,
creepy cold-blooded crime
disguised in cerebral scenes --
murder on repeat,
anyone’s nightmare!
His malevolence is
just an act, right?
He's shooting blanks
and talking trash;
she’s a child star
reading lines
for an unblinking audience,
resurrected after the fall.

Let the film end
credits roll
theater empty and
the cleaning crew enter;
somebody wake me up
take my hand
and let’s go home.

Well that creeps us out and it's certainly one of the worst bad poems I've ever written. So let's mellow out.

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