Brittle Oblige

The ordinary room clear rigid

that broken glass, you said,

that broken glass on the floor.

Familiar as more glass in disarray

slight fear un-guilty moving

away from that spot on the floor

avoid danger, clear out—be shy

noblesse oblige broom and pan

glass room rigid un-tidy danger.

That broken glass on the floor,

turn a page of the magazine.

Familiar even, leave the floor

remedy apparent transparent—

you said, broken on the floor, again

again, glass shines, danger, even

warns this floor spot, broom and

pan oblige, un-said moving away

broken glass spot shy noblesse.

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The Art of Surprise

Once upon a time (or more than “often”) a verse gives me fits. It lacks that punch I like to read.

“It needs some space?”

“Yes or no.”

“Maybe.”

“Not helpful.”

“Of course.”

“Substitute words, find a better, no, different arrangement.”

“Count out the stresses. Enough, in correct rhythm, then proceed.”

The poem is still unruly, distemperate, like a rolling train-wreck, murderous meter and parts are flying off.

Once more, polish a stone, not a poem, it needs to breathe, to exhale the words of poesy.

Forget the deeper personalized meaning(s), make it approachable to a reader who gardens her own angst, swims his own deep drama.

“Leave this part. That is good. Remove a bit, be gone.”

Sometimes insight is as dull as a mis-spelt word, use that cherished gift.

The eureka comes through the mayhem, a beneficence of persistence, from some unknown place with no legible road markers.

Now, this poem sings, it sits up up and purrs, strong as coiled steel, sparse, smooth as chocolate mousse.

The wheedling, work, and worry turned out a pretty-good poem. How it really happened is to my surprise, unknown—although intimate with the scribbled page how can he, she, we, they truly be sure. Poets and I, I mean.

And that is fair and fine enough.

c. Lemuel

22 July 2018

Scene Change

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Scene Change

 

Obligatory social gatherings, work colleagues,

over rated, really abysmal.

He watched her with the intent gaze of a hair stylist.

She touched the sleeve of her dress–

Distress code for, “Let’s leave.”

He winked and touched the bridge of his nose–

Reply: “I know.”

An hour later they spooned, old clothes luxury,

popcorn munching, old movie watching,

date night belated, ethereal.

 

© Lemuel

01 May 2018

Daily prompt

Sleeve

And Love all, a Tricube Poem

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And Love all, a Tricube Poem

 

Chivalry

is dying,

yet we can:

 

Show Respect,

be the Change,

Honor all.

 

Speak the Truth,

Do no harm–

and Love all.

 

© Lemuel

01 May, 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018

#NaPoWriMo2018

 

This is the last hurrah poem from me for NaPoWriMo 2018. These thirty days have been a blast, super good time. Learned a bunch; great people. So, keep writing.

 

No fear.

See my essay about NaPoWriMo 2018

https://wordpress.com/post/artpractitioner.wordpress.com/1557

 

Notes

Tricube Poetic Form

  • It’s a maths poetic form created by Phillip Larrea.
  • 3 lines
  • 3-syllables
  • 3 stanzas

 

I get the Shtick, a Musette in Three Nights

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I get the Shtick, a Musette in Three Nights

 

Back again?

You astonish,

and gone?

Returned!

I see same tricks

No words?

Quiet,

Ghost haunting mime,

silent.

© Lemuel

30 April 2018

Daily prompt: Astonish

Notes

Musette Poetic Form

  • Created by Emily Romano
  • Three verses of three lines.
  • 1st lines have 2-syllables, 2nd lines have 4-syllables, 3rd lines have 2 syllables
  • Rhyme scheme is: a/b/a, c/d/c, e/f/e
  • Title should relate to the contents. Now that’s a rule if I ever read one.

Astonish