So April, as it turns out, is poetry month. Well, well, well, what a thought. Challenge accepted!
The prompt for my last poem was to pick up pieces of conversation that I thought stood out in some way, or bits of language that seemed interesting to me. I would then need to find a few other quotes or lines from miscellaneous sources that I could assemble together with what I already found. I would wind up with a poem with a collage of all sorts of stuff.
Let’s just say I understood the prompt in my own way. I took bits of conversation I heard from people walking past, a line from The Killers, a line from my Media Audience teacher, some scenes from movies or situations I have seen, and a few street signs. I noticed more “He said, she said” language than anything else, which is why the perspective of this poem is told in the third person p.o.v.
In the Beginning
He says, “They say the Nile used to run from east to west,
like the streets I walk on to meet you.”
She says, “People rush in waves, this river
hasn’t been calm for years.”
He says “Its flow is fast, loud and the undertow
will catch you unawares.” “If you’re not
careful,” she said.
He says: “Coffee leaks from the mouthpiece of my cup.
I sip the stray beads, remember
I don’t like coffee all that much
but I like the feel of it in my hand too much.”
Jagged holes. His hand needs something
to hold, because looking into
her face has become
As they rummage through the rubble,
she starts zoning out. Images play back
of past nights together. He says: “You
partied like a fucking rock star.”
A golden God, he watched her fall,
taking him with her. “A vicious
cycle,” she said.
He says: “We were happy.” She asks: “Were we happy?”
“Once,” he says. She begs to differ.
“I will wager all my marbles that I
was happy once. You came along,
with your New York look, my heart
beat beat beat for you” he says.
“Genesis,” she says.
“Omega,” He said.
He has taken precautions for the flood
that comes, with floaties and goggles.
Her days as lifesaver are numbered.
“It is just like you said it would be,” she whispered.
God said, let them be
Tune in next time for some more poetry – if you aren’t tired of it yet.
I’m patiently waiting for Lent to end so that I can indulge in some sweets. Then the days of posting cupcakes and cookies will begin!