GloPoWriMo – Day 15

Prelude

They say Bach composed cantatas during a pandemic
They say Bach sang chorales while those around him fell sick

But I know G
is the frequency
to make each cell in the body
vibrate in healing harmony

They say cellos sound most like the voice
of your lover, mother, boyfriend, spouse

I hear Bach talk
kitchen murmur
kettle simmer
quiet chat of him, her

Lose your parents, your first wife, your ten kids
out of twenty, you might choose intervals the church forbids

I’ll play!
I’ll bow.
I’ll live through
my cello.

Daily Prompt:  “write a poem inspired by your favorite kind of music,” from Na/GloPoWriMo.

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GloPoWriMo – Day 12

Rooted

We stay at home.
For me, it’s easy.
Others thrash, entombed,
forced to stay at home.

I’ve no wish to roam.
I’m like the trees, see.
We stay at home.
For us, it’s easy.

Daily Prompt:  “write a triolet,” from Na/GloPoWriMo.

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GloPoWriMo – Day 7

Hydroxychloroquine Cheerleaders

We look to cheerleaders
to escort death with a smile.
Yellow pompom tassels of misinformation
bouncing with hope!

Pay no mind
to the double-blind.

Don’t listen to Dr. Fauci’s no.
Let us hear from the Director of Trade!

“I’m a social scientist… whatever.”

We don’t look to leaders
for truth–especially in crises.
We want

optimism, boasting, braggadocio,
confusion, deflection, redirection,
blame, illogic, reaction,
personal attacks, lies.

“What have you got to lose?”

Your vision, your kidneys, your liver, your digestion, your heartbeat

Your life.

Daily Prompt: write “a poem based on a news article,” from Na/GloPoWriMo.

The Articles:
Hydroxychloroquine: how an unproven drug became Trump’s coronavirus ‘miracle cure'” by Julie Carrie Wong, April 7, 2020

Man Dies, Woman Hospitalized After Taking Form Of Chloroquine To Prevent COVID-19,” by Scott Neuman, March 24, 2020

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GloPoWriMo – Day 6

Alexithymia

The sky stretches taut above us
lapis blue
and it is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
(except for the sharp-toothed snarl of the black
bird near my feet, toes curl, knee-deep)

The grass reaches far beyond me
emerald green
and I am happy, happy, happy
(except for the black
hole beneath my ribs, sucking, navel-deep)

“I’m fine”–it’s a beautiful day
“I’m happy”–the world is collapsing

We sit here
on a prairie
pandemonium, pandemic, un-
perturbed

oblivious

Daily Prompt: “write a poem from the point of view of one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights ,” from Na/GloPoWriMo.

I chose to write from the perspective of the woman in the left panel whose wrist is clasped. It would be fun to do an entire series of poems from the points of view of many in this painting!

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GloPoWriMo – Day 5

In It Together

a cell in the toe
vibrates at the same rate
as a cell in the heart.

distance doesn’t matter–
they share the same thought.
the scent of orange blossoms
as sweet to each.

–do you see the purple song
of the mockingbird
from your garden
across the street?

“WTF!” shouts Carrie, on E. Third St.
“I am SO ALONE!”

but I hear her
from my garden perch

“Miss ya,” I whisper, unheard,
causing her to scream
and slam her kitchen door.

the big toe of time
kicks the workweek
to shambles.

I want to walk into
the street and
hug the first stranger.

“Cath, will you pick the loud flower?”

One day, we will breathe the same air.

en eso juntos

“One day, it’s like a miracle. It will disappear.”

The virus laughs.

The wings of a bat
the spread of my toes.

Daily Prompt: write a poem following Jim Simmerman’s “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” which is a list of 20 features to include in a poem. Check it out on Na/GloPoWriMo.

(Yes! I fit in all twenty! The piece of talk, in dialect, which I’ve actually heard but don’t understand? “Miss ya.” I just don’t quite comprehend the concept of missing someone. It’s an autistic thing.)

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