Writing :: NaPoWriMo 2006
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The Mods Put a Stop to Zephyr’s Antics
Who returns and rants, we think, seeks to scathe.
How can you cut us down, when there’s no sharpness to your wit?
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006, Variations on Martial
PurpleZephyrUnicorn Returns Under an Alias
No one knows what poetry is who calls my pieces
journal entries. Oh, they are epic, those who write
of roosters rutting in the yard or Ariadne wailing
by her brother-beast.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006, Variations on Martial
The Forum Rolls Its Eyes
Oh, come now, PurpleZephyrUnicorn.
You said Give me the truth, tell it straight,
I can handle anything. We told it right.
We try again: the truth? You don’t listen.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006, Variations on Martial
PurpleZephyrUnicorn Flounces from the Forum
i been @7 other sites n every1 says my poems
touch there souls n also i won a contest once
and was published in an anthology you might
have heard of
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006, Variations on Martial
Burn Barrel
The house was cleaned by neighbor girls,
who pulled out the couch as if vacuuming
unused corners of the room could help.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006
Untitled
Fog stalks the treeline across the field,
sniffs at the branches, wraps a long tongue
around the trunks, tastes the sap. It will not
eat us for hours; it will hunt in the distance
while we watch and listen to the bellows
of consumed cattle, the cries of birds
who blundered into its shoulder and disappeared.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006
Here Lies Little Boat
Made of “mountain-grown timber” and so forth.
[Insert metaphor here, re: virgin planks
plunging into the bawdy sea.]
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006, Variations on Catullus
Another Love Poem
She seems a god to us, who stands on hilltops,
string tangled in her fingers, waiting for the wind
to snap the kite out of her hands.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006
After the woman calls for the tenth time, leaving no message
The sharks are invited;
the sharks are what she is after: Look, darling,
at the fins, how they cut water like Armani suits
in a WalMart crowd. Look how their teeth
cut all the bonds you used to tie me
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006
Pinocchio
The surgeon shows him pictures;
he picks the one he wants:
The swelling will make it grow,
he says, laughing.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006