Penelope Connor — ink girl poet
Anxious thoughts like scurrying ants swarm over me,carry away scraps and crumbs of rational thought.
Thousands of insect feet keep time to the fluttering beat of my over-emotional heart.
Sugar-water tears stream down my cheeks, a map of trails for this demon ant army.
They march in formation over my face, into my eyes, my nose, my mouth, feasting on the tracks of my pain.
I cannot sleep, for the thundering battles they make in my head.
Give me your eyes
so I may see
from your perspective.
You take from me, mine
–so you won’t be blind.
Give me your heart,
so I may feel
it’s broken places.
You carry my heart–
let it bleed in your hands.
I’ve been beating fists
against your walls until
I’m numb and bloody.
Repenting the sins
of youth in my old age.
Forgiveness must be
in a closet somewhere
with a rusty lock
and a long lost key
in a forgotten hallway.
It could save our souls.
But my prayers pool
in blood on the floor,
and you’ve taken
a vow of silence.
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On days when my heart
feels like just shutting down
–I sit with the stillness,
make almost no sound.
On days when my heart
feels like locking its doors
–I wear your old t-shirts
and sit on my floors.
On days when my heart
feels like going to ground
–I breathe in the earth and
I feel it’s heart pound.
On days when my heart
feels like it’s fighting wars
–I let my tears carry
me back to your shores.
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there’s a fire in your bones
and you play with the flames
and I love just to watch
you make them dance
I have never seen you happier
than when you’re in that furnace
but when you’re struggling
and your body is tired
the sparks start to fade
and I wish I could light
the fire for you again.
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POETIC FORM:
golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.
POETIC FORM
golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.
POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
Call back time, Let felicity fly.
Blanket the bed, and kiss goodbye.
I was terribly lost, crossed and dark.
You’re the only north I would follow.
Fight back, bring on the break,
and blow to bits.
Dear, I was terribly crossed and dark.
But you’re the north I follow this far.
Keep an eye on hope,
Lest I blink and get nothing to say.
‘Cause you’re the blinding light
the saving grace of the saving grace.
God, I was lost and dark, dear.
You’re only this far… I would follow.
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POETIC FORM: A Conceptual Poem
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PROMPT:
To earn the “Best Laid Plan” badge, approach a text with a plan to remove something. Think beyond just a single word and instead consider removing references to a subject or emotion, actions taken by certain characters, colors, etc. Whatever you choose, apply your approach and, keeping as much of the remaining text intact as possible, create your poem from results. Post your poem to the site, include a citation for your source text, as well as a note on your approach.
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PoMoSco (Poetry Month Scouts)
Found Poetry Review’s 2015 National Poetry Month Project
– April 2015 – 213 poets joined together as a troop to earn digital merit badges for completing experimental and found poetry prompts.
– Prompts are divided into five categories – remixing, erasure, out and about, conceptual and chance operation.
– Each category offers six distinct badges to be earned.
– Poets choose their own source text.
– For more information, check out pomosco.com.
A dear friend and fabulous poet, Von Thompson, is a participant. When she told me about the challenge, I decided to play along at home.
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SOURCE: “Galaxies” by Owl City
(www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/owlcity/galaxies.html)
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