how to write a poem (20170902)

hide and seek is a fine
game when you are ten
and it is summer and hours
after lunch
and before dinner

if you are hiding
you have to decide if you’ll
be the ass who holes up
in a closet in the house
because it’s cooler inside
or go and get a snack
–screw those morons–
while everyone roasts
in backyards
crouching in flowerbeds
or lying under trucks avoiding
black oil stains
and smelling gas
until the world spins

but if you’re it
there is no slacking off
everyone knows if you’re not
doing your job when no one yells
free after four minutes

and those days
when you can’t find anyone
or you’re too slow or too fat
to tag them as they run for
those are long, hot days

Poem 20150415

Today, we talk to our words. From #NaPoWriMo:

And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I challenge you to write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e. “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”) This might seem a little meta at first, or even kind of cheesy. But it can be a great way of interrogating (or at least, asking polite questions) of your own writing process and the motivations you have for writing, and the motivations you ascribe to your readers.


metaphors, i am glad
to have met you
you let me remake the world
let me shape it softer or harder
than it is

o, simile
i quite like you
so like a smile
but in secret
you suggest more gently
inviting the reader to agree
but always implying the opposite
giving the reader the option
that maybe
they are

but words
this poem is just words
and what are words worth?
i’ve had it thrown back to me, a ball
in a game of catch
like a potato
in a game of hot potato
it’s only words, was said, using,
to express just how little the words meant
but don’t they mean everything
the whole world
ex nihilo
fiat lux
and it was good