If facing the paper, your thought is 'I am an artist', you have no clue what to do. If the concepts of your function are, 'I am a shape maker, an entertainer, an expressive symbol collector'...then you have an explicit road map. Edgar Whitney

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

7 April 2010

...just squeaked this one in today. Still frantically scribbling before the readings and between cups of flat white as the audience arrived at the Madras St Cafe. Lovely to meet Greg O'Connell. Congratulations to Joanna Preston who was 'People's Choice' for the open mic with a gorgeous poem.

Here's my offering for NaPoWriMo for today:

Plum Fall

I drop the morning as it gets to the good bit. The woman
asking for Julie interrupts before
the poet can reveal

how the space
between blue skin perfectly tensioned
over yellow flesh
and the sour at the stone
is the answer to long distance love.

I hang up the phone
and return to his comfort food
of creamy white words -

and find him as clueless as I.

I slump,

until

a bias cut autumn afternoon
comes in sideways with a fluid hand
and a soft drape that

skims my hips.

3 comments:

  1. Nice. I especially like:

    "between blue skin perfectly tensioned
    over yellow flesh
    and the sour at the stone
    is the answer to long distance love."

    That has a rolling rhythm that really works for me.

    Bravo!

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  2. Great opening line. And loved "bias cut" applied to afternoon. =)

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  3. Thank you Gerry. I loved writing that part. It really did it for me.

    Hi Greg. I will read your blog tomorrow. I took it into my head to write a sonnet today. I don't know why. I should be locked up. Now I'm exhausted! Good night :)

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