the room, well-dressed with meticulously tall, thin, angular eyes like a thunderbird seated
oil and emery prepare a seal, drilling that it might be smoothed
The golden glance, dusty, held high to visit the design suspect engagingly far (away)
Low the days for Babylon, strange as an envoy of peace seemed
Low, the days
Our local library prepared a number of black-out poetry kits for locals to take and try, in honor of National Poetry Month. I had been meaning to play with this technique for a long time, but it took my daughter noticing the free kits for it to finally happen. I’ve doctored the words a little to help it make sense. . . . I’m still not sure how much it really helps, but I’m sharing the result with you anyway!
Have you tried black-out poetry? Are you a pro at it? I would love to see some examples!
Check out what writer Christopher J. Luna doeswith this kind of poetry, plus cutting and pasting and collaging and generally making brilliant things with words!
The backyard glows like an emerald, the leaves are gemstones in a dark forest, reflecting the dying light of the rain, while the wet wood of bark and fence posts offers no bite, just molders away with a mushroom aura, anticipating the decaying gloom.
Earlier a rabbit hopped through the soft marsh of the grass searching, investigating, hopeful
They aren’t leaves, they are drops of jade, and peridot, shining above a glade of malachite blades, while the topaz sky lowers its skirts into a sapphire sea
If this poem seems somewhat derivative, it is: a couple of days ago I purposely wrote a poem after Pablo Neruda (whose writing I adore), so I had the names of gemstones still lingering in my brain. These words will be included in my Camp NaNo Project . . . . I *think*. Like everything else in life, it remains a work in progress!
Thank you for reading! If you feel like writing something about how your own little patch of the earth looks in the evening after it rains, I would love to read it!
With sunshine and grace you present your joyful face to brighten this place
Nourished by autumn the seeds wait in secret hope for the coming spring
In storm the showers of restorative powers: the earth re-flowers
And bees run the race a buzz of furious pace through the garden space
So much more than commonplace far too wild to be encased in a vase Leave them for the wind to chase til time gathers all in its sweet embrace
This poem is in response to a prompt fromRDW World , who for a year nowhas had a 365 prompt project going that he then publishes into books. Personally I think what he has been doing is terrific, not only for the community he’s built but also for the opportunity he gives writers to be published in an anthology that you can hold in your hand!
I put the first haiku stanza on my Instagram, and am sharing the entire piece here. Thank you for reading!
Hi there! I’m Amy. Some of you reading this probably (hopefully) know me, maybe even in real life! I wear a lot of different hats on a daily basis: I’m a mother, which takes top priority, I’m a photographer, I run a couple of Instagram accounts for groups that I’m passionate about (Film Shooters Collective and World Cyanotype Day), I play the piano, I run, I read, and I write.
For a number of reasons, I decided to start this website for sharing my poetry. I already have a website for photography, and I’ve been blogging there with varying degrees of regularity for a few years. I used to take part in 52 rolls here on WordPress, and recall with fondness how much easier it was to connect with people on that blog because of the platform itself. I’m not satisfied with only sharing my words on Instagram, which is limited, or on Medium, which has lately become plagued by the drive to earn in a way that has – as least temporarily – made me feel hemmed in and put off. What matters to me is putting my work out there, and having the nerve to do it, rather than getting paid for it. This ain’t my first creative rodeo.
So, here I am. I’m planning – loosely – to share a poem a day. I can’t make that a pinky promise, however. I’m also planning – again, loosely – to share inspiration with y’all from wherever I find it, with the hope of passing on the spark. More than likely I’ll share stuff and things about my writing journey, which I laid down for a quite a few years and only picked up again in 2020. I’m wide open, and would love your comments and suggestions.
Here’s to the road ahead, here’s to the adventure, here’s to hope and growth and love.