Grace, Growth, Healing, Heartbreak, love, music, NaPoWriMo2018

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Three: Searching Songs For a Source

The prompt for today was to write a poem that consisted of made-up band names. As a springboard for inspiration, I turned to a recent playlist I’d created for a friend. I studied the words in the lyrics and looked for interesting word combinations. I also examined parts of my favorite lyrics in the songs. I wrote out the song titles in order, then jotted my ideas to the side of the song titles. After choosing word combinations that made the best band names, I arranged them into poem form and linked the lines (and band names) with prepositions. The result is a phantasmagoric/absurdist story-poem. If you’d like to listen to the playlist I used for inspiration, you may do so here

The Right Words and 

Broken Pictures and

Wrecking Balls are 

Nacreous Baby

Famous Angels and 

Prayers for Leather put Fallen Words into 

The Same Mistakes

Devil Knows of Cold Kitchens and Clearing Clouds

Joanne Stays

and bathes in Sank Bubbles under Marble Arches

while

Ancient Baths that Come Up Green

put oceans and rivers 

Between Famous Everybody’s, Water Wanters, 

and  Things On Trees

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2017, Boyhood, Comfort, Evening, Grace, jesus, love, Personal Experiences, the color of moments, Year's End

Boxing Day

The world tilts toward evening

Snow is washed pink with falling dusk

Day’s light softens

into a colored light dance of dark and frozen twinkle

We are changed into night

Christmas paper torn

Bows tossed away

Tape unstuck

Gifts tucked into new homes

Dreams pregnant with glisten-christmastime cheer

have given birth

And the waiting has ended

A frozen world tilts toward evening

And from out of a warm and steamy bathroom, a boys shower music meters on

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Kairos, love, NaPoWriMo 2017, Personal Experiences, summer, the color of moments, vignettes

Leaves Of Night

Our sentences hung suspended in the summer air

We’d been there for hours on the driveway,  nursing beers that had long lost their chill,  hoping to outwit the wind of time

But the moment arrived, as it always would

I’d said so many things so many times

We’d had so many nights to hide-and-seek, and chase our friendship, like children chasing lightening bugs in the dark

We’d had this thing catch in our chests before

But tonight, it was different

A time was coming

The moon illuminated your profile the way it always had

And you turned to me, an expression breaking over your face, the way it always had

And the sweetness that pushed from out the full blue of your eyes did the same, mundane thing of leveling me, of clearing everything out of me, making only this moment new, the way it always had

There wasn’t any more I could say

And there was so much more, but the things were huge

The things that I carried in my heart for you were huge and there wasn’t anything else I could say without leveling us both, clearing everything out of us both, making only this moment new

And you knew

And we sat very still, in the chairs that I’d pulled out for us

The breath of us both lifting into the stars

But the night held its breath

And then from out of the dark surrounding yards someone yawped

A drunken yawp–loud!! Like a ship’s slug horn, breaking into the night then withering to an end

It startled us both, our shoulders jumped

Your eyes widened and searched the dark

My heart quickened and then felt warm with adrenaline, and laughed… loudly

And you imitated the sound

And then we both laughed, comforted by the interruption

And I thought, right then, that we’d be bound  forever by the hours of this night

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