A dog without a crown

Day 4: Chose not to follow the prompt today...didn't feel like writing a blues poem. Instead, 3WW for NaPoWriMo using growl, hype and justify.
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After the rise
comes the second rise -
no, not right, but correct.
The dark growl
of progress is shuttered,
sound-cancelling headphones:
"We spared no expense!"
What's left is only
to justify the thought.
So here goes:
"You see," he coos,
"I have an explanation
for this, I do, I do."
He scoops up the hype,
gathers it in one big net,
smashes it overhead
and calls his soldiers
to our graves.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Shad, Yaa I Get It

Brighter than usual

Day 3: Write an "epithalamium," a poem celebrating a wedding in some way (I chose to interpret this rather loosely).

A ton of personality
is much heavier
than a ton of bricks,
but here we are with a scale,
measuring anyway,
singing in scales,
like the weight
of our words is too much to bear
without melodic delivery.

Overall, it's been
a journey through
the surreal, deep and
highly persuasive.
Funny to discover that,
until we fully immerse ourselves,
no manner of
hearsay, pleasant or otherwise,
can convince us.

Someone sang
that happiness comes in many,
vastly different forms:
an impossible touch or
hot gunpowder.
For me, happiness is
the way you blur in my eyelids,
like I've stared at the sun
for far too long.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Blu, Amnesia

Sledgehammer

Day 2: A poem based on the song that was #1 on the day you were born

The song for 7/23/87 is not giving me anything, so for today, I'm pretending I was born in 1986...WAY better. The song is linked below.
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Muscles
bunching breaking twisting tiring
and the lift:
straight up
to the sky.

A beat
starts with the quiet murmur of
synthetics,
burns loud
and jealous.

Realize
breathing is far more difficult
when she
rests upon
your lungs.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Peter Gabriel, Sledgehammer

NaPoWriMo is back!

National Poetry Writing Month has finally returned! This is the first of 30 poems on the first of 30 days in the month of April, and this year I might even keep to the schedule and finish on time. Won't that be fun? This year I'm running with the folks over at NaPoWriMo.net, who will be providing participants with prompts every day to get the creative juices flowing. Now...let's do this.

Day 1:

It's simple when you
really think about it.

Stretch out a hand
and take another.

Buried in a constant,
blinding wave
of second-guessing,
it gets harder
to see what lies
outside your new
eight-by-eight cell. 

Blink against the
sunlight, bladed.