My final poem is one stanza of a renga that all the Tupelo 30/30 Project poets participated in. This marks the official end to my participation in the challenge for the month of August.
I had a good time.
I’ve said elsewhere (and to anyone kind enough to listen) that participating in the project was harder than I thought it would be. I’m used to writing every day. I’m not afraid to write a bad poem; I’m pretty sure I’ve written a lot of it. You can’t avoid it if you write every day, and I’ve been doing it for a couple of years no. I can usually manage to peck something out on the keyboard. Some days it comes more easily than others, and this was true for the challenge as well, but overall, the challenge was just plain harder. It seemed that I had to call on different wellsprings of energy or inspiration.
It’s possible that committing to raising money for Tupelo added some kind of pressure to the old wavy matter sitting thick and still in my skull. But, no one stood behind me cracking a whip. It was very much, “We’re just happy with what ever you can contribute.”
And maybe that’s it. The idea of being a contributor. Sitting alone at my computer, I can write something I like, or hate, or think is funny, and hit the publish button. Some of you are kind enough to let me know if you like it or think it is funny; some of you will even call me out for taking the easy way out in a poem. no one has said they’ve hated one of my poems, or that I’ve ruined their life. Yet. And I enjoy being part of the community, interacting in the comments and sometimes in email.
But that still seems to be fundamentally different, that being a contributor. Contributing implies you believe that you have something to offer. Contributing means that others, who are on the receiving end of your beneficence, expect that what you are submitting has value. I don’t usually think of what I do as a valuable thing. It’s just something I do because I need to do it.
So, for all of you who have willingly or otherwise treated me as a contributor, I thank you.
The renga is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
now long abandoned
My poem flowers and the absence of fragrance is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
did you write it backwards?
i broke out a mirror
to attempt a deciphering….
My poem blank paper tells no lies is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
The end is so close, I can taste. Kind of cinnamony.
i am in line
it’s a long line even though there are plenty
of registers open and i think when the young woman….
My poem in the line is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
Three days left, three days left. Man, the month really flew by, eh?
can you really say
that the stars have no influence
over your life?….
My poem she was tuesday’s child is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page. Today’s poem is brought to you courtesy of a SPONSORED title from D. Ellis Phelps of FORMIDABLE WOMAN SANCTUARY. Also, today is her birthday!
Happy Birthday, D!
between your shoulder blades
My poem all fall down is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
waiting for bird song
i realize it is
not the mockingbirds or sparrows
not the finches or the robins
i long for but….
My poem self-portrait is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
We have only a few days left of this fundraiser. Remember, every time you contribute to Tupelo Press, somewhere a poet’s tongue is reunited with her mouth and beautiful, powerful words explode out. So donate if you can. If you can’t please visit the site check out all the poets.
You might get some words on you.
crow loses a feather
My poem down and down and down is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
how hard is it to avoid
becoming an evil genius
having just finished off….
My poem required reading is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
Eight days left. BRING IT ON!
i wake, a drop of water
My poem tumbled is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
Now, we are in the last third of this race. I’m not above asking for your support. since I’ve done it before. Anything you can contribute really goes towards making poet’s voice gain a little volume in this world. Or, if you’d like a different metaphor, our voices turn down the volume on the rest of the world and let people listen to the rhythm in their own heads and lungs and hearts. Tupelo Press is an indie publisher, and they could use your support.
the only dog i have in this fight
is the same dog you have in this fight