My new initiative for the month of May is a Poem-A-Day. I was belatedly inspired by April being National Poetry Month. And the wonder of how likely most of these poems will be about zombies.
These are going to be bad. They're going to be awkward and stumbling and first drafty. But I really need to be more creative and don't have time for writing more substantial pieces right now. Even if the character of Yuuki sprung wholecloth into my mind this past week, along with the images of orange peels on a white sheet and zombies and Lyra Falamoun's Crewe. Yessss.
Since, in true Melissa Fashion (tm), I am getting a late start here are Poem No. 1 and No. 2:
Poem No. 1 (for Dad)
through my fingers like grains of sand,
the grit of your hair and
limbs
and heart
in a child's sand bucket
i carried through the surf foam
every step gone as i made it
the perspiration of the bottle in
my pocket, heavy against
my white thigh
we are all pieces of you
hair and
limbs
and heart
every breath gone as we make it
perhaps
someday a pearl
Poem No. 2*
I am yours
for the taking,
should the taking be more than my desire
coloring you like the electric down of
light through my window
I am yours
for the taking
I want your body to smell like my body,
my mouth to plumb the wet heat of your mouth,
swallow your secrets
and make them mine
this is hardly original
save,
I am yours
for the taking
* Where I might have inadvertently stolen the sentiment of Neruda
Sunday, May 2, 2010
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