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Unreject

don’t let your complicated Self-talk
defeat your desire for flagellation

take your hands from your pockets
whip your unseasonable Sins to a blue glow
crash the pearly gates of Doesn’t Matter

you’ll never recover from
the textures of her laugh
or those thunder strokes of Simple

it’s not too hard to unreject

 

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Day 26 of April / National & Global Poetry Writing Month. This is poem #24 in a Narrative Series that I call She&He in which I explore the relationship between two fictional characters.  Their story can be found right here by scrolling back through the month.  They now have just four days in which to wrap up this saga! Thank you to those who have been reading along with them.  Cheers, Jilly 🙂

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Cold Feet

The cold feet
of the masses
marching their
science of waiting
along the river
on that cold hot day
after you spiked
the obvious answers
across the net
that stood
between you
              the point went to No One

Soon you will fall
into their cadence
where nobody knows
the way to the
District of Forget.

               March
                            March
                                         March

 

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Day 25 of April / National & Global Poetry Writing Month. This is the 23rd poem in a Narrative Series that I call She&He in which I explore the relationship between two fictional characters.  Their story can be found right here by scrolling back through the month.  Thank you to those who have been reading along with them.  Cheers, Jilly 🙂

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Sour Embrace

Unasked questions
spread across her face
seeping into and out of
the corners of her eyes

You caught each other
in the act of making
other plans

All that is left
is one long sour
embrace

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Day 24 of April / National & Global Poetry Writing Month. This is the 22nd poem in a Narrative Series that I call She&He in which I explore the relationship between two fictional characters.  Their story can be found right here by scrolling back through the month.  Thank you to those who have been reading along with them.  Cheers, Jilly 🙂

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Collect

she sat on the sidewalk
near your front door
gathering up the fallen
white petals of Impatiens
that grow there

sheltering them in her
hand, you lit them on fire

ignoring your tears
she slept beside you
with her shoes on

she didn’t burn

 

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Day 23

Lillian is hosting at dVerse where we are gathering our thoughts and words, 44 of them, to be exact; writing quadrilles.  Join us!

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You Could

could you try to ignore
the things you know —

spend a lifetime
placing pennies
in the corners
of a round room
turn out the lights
pretend to forget
return each year
expecting them
to be face up

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Day 22 at Glo/NaPoWriMo we are challenged to write a poem using a phrase of impossibility.  

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Dangerous Questions

Is it her scar that you love
or her?

Your therapist’s question
gnaws at you
like you gnaw at that knob
on the inside of your cheek
that you love and
so painfully cultivate

I hate it when he asks questions like that.
He’s usually right.

Why do you love her scar?

Because it keeps her from being
something perfect

Because if she is imperfect
then it makes my scars
less

Interrogate
Hesitate
Congratulate

Dangerous questions —
the gnaw
on the inside
of your being
that you
so painfully cultivate

Knowing the truth
of your answers
you rush west
when she
flees east,
you sally north
when she souths,
parlay when she folds

Lovest thou me?
Lovest thou my imperfection?
Lovest that it legalizes thine?

 

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Day 21 

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She Speaks

With recognition to time spent in and around the theater, I don’t find it especially difficult to get into the mind and the voice of a character. As many of you know, I have been writing a series of narrative poems during April.  It was not a conscious choice; it just happened. I have jokingly said that these two characters have chained me to my laptop in the basement and bid me write their story. By the way, I call these two “She & He” backstage. Many of the poems have been prompted by NaPoWriMo or Poetic Asides, but I am often a day or two behind on those excellent prompts.  Today I took a day off work, went to a favorite Euro Market, ate shrimp, drank wine and determined that I would write and post from both prompts. NaPo suggested Rebellious writing (which I love!) and Robert Brewer charged us with taking the last line of a recent poem and making that the first line for today. I went with the last line of Palette Knife, which I posted yesterday: “Was that what she felt?” wherein, He is wondering about the scar that She has running from her lips.  In true rebellious spirit, She took pen in hand, breaking every rule of poetry, and actually addresses both you, the reader, and I, the writer.  Here is the outcome: (p.s. I must say, I was rather stunned by what was written here.)

She Speaks

“Was this what she felt?”  

How does he know what I feel?
How do you, Jilly-the-Poet 
     Or you, blog readers?

For the last eighteen days
you all have been focused on Him-
the ‘You’ of these poems,
gossiping about my scar,
speculating
as if I’m not even here!

Which of you has had a razor blade
taken to your face
at the hand of one who has promised
to love you, to treasure you, to
raise you as their own?

Would you have ducked as efficiently as
I did at thirteen?

“Was this what she felt?”

“Was this what she fucking felt?!”

In one respect you’re right.
You don’t feel it until you taste the blood.
Then you feel it every day
Every minute
Every second.

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Day 20

 

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Her Most Crucial Feature

She didn’t start,
no hint of a quiver,
as though she had
been expecting it
sooner or later.

You reached
haltingly
for her scar,
tracing its line.
A sympathetic pain
sprinted down your back,
your legs.

Her ramshackled eyes
kept you from
asking
and in one beat

              she changed the subject.

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Day 20

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Palette Knife

“Passion clouds
your judgement,”
the street artist said
as you watched her
blending, brushing.

A palette knife-blade
drawn across
your mouth –
You never felt
the wound until
the kiss of a damp
fish-tinged breeze
and then the taste
of iron.

Was this what she felt?

 

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Day 19  and the subject of her scar resurfaces.

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You

Afraid that she will
Discover You
Uncover You
Will you
Be brave enough
To recover You?

Each morning You
Tear down
the duck blind
Only to Tetris it back
In place while
She sleeps
Beside You
Before You

Before her
You were
A concealment
Now You are a bereavement

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Day 18