From Writer's Digest November chapbook challenge:
For today’s prompt, write an enter poem. We're entering a new challenge, a new month, a new poem, a new state of mind, a new candy hangover, etc. Maybe your poem enters a haunted house or enters into a conversation. Take enter where you wish.
As we enter into new, what will we make?
ReplyDeleteUnaware if it is sunset or dawn.
Briefly I fell asleep but now awake.
Wondering if it matters if it is night or day.
Wont the light on my cellphone work either way?
Wont I find another option to illuminate my way?
If it were temporarily or permanent darkness,
To solve our problems we should still try our hardest.
Survival of the fittest,
Those who refuse to adapt fail the quickest.
Even if nobody can see the path but me,
Shouldn't I choose to be light?
If everyone just led themselves out of the tunnel,
that wouldn't be very nice.
It would also not be as efficient,
we should teach those who are knowledge deficient.
Although it may be difficult and require patience,
We all benefit from the result, people in all nations.
I like the hip-hop irregularity of the rhyme. I can't quite figure out the tone...or does it gradually morph? It seems to start out earnest and then become quite playful. I like it, but I like the playful parts best.
DeleteI enjoyed the play with reality and non reality and how it goes off into survival and light... very refreshing...
DeleteInteresting take on the prompt. I do like the feel of the rhyme and yes, you should light your own path without worrying about what others think. So good to see you posting again.
DeleteNot a new one, but it is on theme:
ReplyDeleteWANTS
I walk into the room wanting
something—a glass of water,
chocolate. I want strange
lacquered fingernails
on my back. I want
to look into the eyes of a man
who has two weeks to live.
I want to get my hands on
the vanilla pudding bosoms,
the dark tangled damp of
my twenty nine year old bride,
virgin, Italian, sheltered,
but she’s locked herself in the bathroom
and won’t come out.
My dog follows me,
bumping the muscle part
of my calf, not letting
the door close in front of her.
I want immortality, or else
what she has, and my father had:
never to know I’m not loved.
I loved the stark reality of the bride hiding in the bathroom ... it made everything just jump to life because you can hear her thinking and his lusty need ... i lived it
DeleteParts of this confused me, but the last three lines are so powerful. It could just be my general mood, but this is the 2nd one in a row of yours that made me choke up.
DeleteENTER
ReplyDeletethe air moved
around them
all appeared
ethereal and paper thin
hands passed through
throwing thin theories
through questioning minds
the two of them
entered the fissure
in front of them
passing by way of a warm
bubbly feeling
they came to the other side;
the dimension warp
stayed wobbly, floating
flirtatiously as fear and
doubt faded into curiosity,
a gander at the golden scene
surrounding them,
the sensation of a southerly wind
and the sensual solitude
strengthened their courage
to walk on and feel the purity
and spontaneous synergy of the place
let’s walk on
they heard
but neither had spoken
telepathy they each heard
and knew this universe
was special
I love the alliteration in this, makes it even spookier than just the subject matter makes it.
DeleteWatching “Moonstruck,”
ReplyDeleteI was struck
when Cher dipped her fingers
in holy water,
how much I miss
rituals
of Catholicism.
How I would love to
enter a church,
dip fingers,
make the sign of the cross,
father, son, holy ghost,
amen. I would
wear a hat,
genuflect, just part of
the congregation,
confessional
in sight, where
a priest hears my sins
decides whether to
absolved them all
with a few
Hail Marys, maybe some
Our Fathers, if my
sins are mortal.
this poem is so real because i know what it feels like to go through all that ritual and when you step back and look at, witches have rituals and such also...it’s not much different
DeleteDan died
ReplyDeletedan died
did he enter
the gates of heaven
like he expected?
did he meet his god
and repent his sins
he thought he knew
he thought he was
invulnerable and could not die
but his body expired
late last night
and we will never see him again
I hope he entered his heaven
and I hope he met
his god
because no one really knows
what’s beyond...
Wow. A great take on the topic, knowing Paul's friend recently passed away
Deleteso... Tad is next?????
ReplyDeleteWhere has everybody been hiding??? Come on let’s write some poetry... ok???
ReplyDeleteAnd comment! I emailed Tasha. She doesn't do FB much and may have given up on me.
Deletethat’s sad because her contributions were worthy and fun. I enjoyed having her with us...
DeleteI just posted a poem to this prompt and the next one. Been dealing with medical issues though not serious, that took time, Dr. apts etc, and my birthday as well with hone calls and kind emails, etc. We even had a Zoom party! Hope to have comments on my two. Thanks for your kind words, too.
DeleteEntering
ReplyDeleteThis is to enter,
and I enter here, to become a part
one of those who enjoy
making my entries,
who feels prompted to enter
again and again, to frame
my words in the little square,
there, and push the button
to make it so
and then I have entered.