Of the many poems I wrote yesterday for NaNoWriMo, this one was my favorite.
I hit 30,000 words a few days ago. Hopefully on this long weekend I can catch up!
Tag: first draft
Small differences
Trying very hard to have interesting handwriting.
Lemon Water
Yesterday, I flipped through my journal and found the section of doodled faces. I wrote this draft based on the drawing.
From the Notebook: Fluency
From the Notebook: Student
A.E. Housman notebook poem
It’s been a while since I wrote here and I’ll tell you why. JOBS. Two of them.
This is newly written, and like my earlier stream of consciousness poem, I took a whole page and threw out some words.
here’s a legible version:
I to my perils
came not like A.E. Housman
clad in armor by stars benign.
I swam to them in my PJs
water logged, hair kinked
and trouble was a bonfire.
I was the mosquito and the jet was my blood meal.
Whoever shaved before 8th grade wished too hard for time to pass
and passing is the great curse and gift of prickly knees.
I dragged myself through marshes by tufts of leg hair
to which I gleamed a shining eye to Hope
I’d not trifle with a fleeting love
or mad money and me, the poet,
the victim of my own desires.
If I was a better friend, the last line
would have been my own design.
Rubber Trees in Malaysia
To me it looked like a regular young forest
Liang said they’re Rubber Trees
to be cut down on their fifth birthday
i picture the entire forest falling down on the trampoline ground
bouncing back into place
a lumberjack’s nightmare
Eva Moe 