Writing :: NaPoWriMo 2006
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Just Before Dawn, the Mona Lisa Explodes
The protective glass shatters; oil boils
through the splintered seams.
Rust-colored paint pools on the floor,
coagulates like blood. She’s discovered
by the janitor, half mopped up before
he realizes what he’s seeing.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006
Six Months at Sea
When his crew could not bear the blue on blue
any longer, they gave Columbus three days.
I would dive to the bottom of the ocean
to escape these rolling planks.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006
Poet Responds to the Plagiarist
My poems, PurpleZephyrUnicorn,
that you mistype and punctuate like a three-year old
who just discovered the shift key! & *wow*
(like) that’s so: you know, flattering!!
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006, Variations on Martial
Cat Pome
I tell her what my boss has done,
and how he’s such a prick.
She blinks and yawns and waits to see
if I brought home catnip.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006
Code Breaker
I break letters from words for you, rearrange them
in neat rows along the sidewalks.
I am always careful: there is no fear
the neighbors might decipher
my carefully planted anagrams.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006
Dear Midas
You said we could build a house of soup cans,
that the labels would turn into wallpaper.
We could sleep on newspaper stuffed in plastic,
like pioneers curled around each other
on corn-husk mattresses.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006
Purple ZephyrUnicorn Responds to a Critique
Dumb critter, if in any of my lines
the language seems too dense or unrefined,
I promise you the fault was never mine.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006, Variations on Martial
Eve Escapes the Nursing Home
She tests the weight of each bloom in her hand, gauges
color, texture. She never smiles, never pulls a pot
from a table. He would have bought it for her,
brought it home and watered it on the days she can’t
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006
Ariadne Kneels Beside the Slain Minotaur
He looked at me the way you used to
when we were little: See what
our Father makes us do--before
you claimed the labyrinth, before
blood matted your hair into a pelt
and you traded words for screams.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006
PurpleZephyrUnicorn Joins an Online Forum
You know PurpleZephyrUnicorn: more charming
than anyone--just look at her exclamation marks.
And full of wit and wisdom beyond her years, to judge
by her high post count.
Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006, Variations on Martial