Wow! I say I’m going to be better about being consistent and here we are a week later and I have poetry constipation!
Time to unload all that poetry poo onto your feed 🙂 Here are six poems in six new forms.
This form is called a Byr A Thoddiad and I don’t want to do it, but I have to so I can challenge myself and become a “better writer.”
A Drink
Sweet, red blend wine slips down my throat cascading slow with subtle notes Pooling in my chest and rolling in my eyes I’ve missed this cooling sin.
Sitting mushy, these drunken nights outside. We lied about the fights Scabbing and rumbling in our heads Hoping to wail, but found our beds.
This form is called the Catena Rondo Poem and it’s got a lot of rhyming and I’m on a plane right now so I have no way to look at a rhyming dictionary so some of these rhymes might just be “cat, hat, bat…” Just kidding I’m actually really good at rhyming, but I’m just trying to stay humble, people.
My Home is Changing
The smell of lavender oil in my parent’s bedroom My sisters light green room with left books Fish tacos with lime and toasted tortillas my mom cooks The smell of lavender oil in my parent’s bedroom
My sisters light green room and left books emptied drawers throughout the house Sometimes I wonder if I’ll live here with my spouse My sisters light green room and left books
Emptied drawers throughout the house Like a carcass beginning to show bone The changes hit me like heavy stone Emptied drawers throughout the house
Like a carcass beginning to show bone Seeping old memories into stowed away pictures feeding the soil for new life, with fresh mixtures Like a carcass beginning to show bone
The smell of lavender oil in my parent’s bedroom My sisters light green room with left books Fish tacos with lime and toasted tortillas my mom cooks The smell of lavender oil in my parent’s bedroom
This form is called Chanso and that’s a pretty macho name for a poetry form.
Bad Luck
I spilled coffee on my striped shirt I tried really hard not to, but alas I’m not only enraged, but hurt thanks to my stupid ass
I got gum on my brand new shoe Expensive and sturdy for all to see It was my own chewy gum too I know… This one’s on me.
I cut my own, curly brown bangs I might want to use a mirror next time Now it looks like I have hair fangs I messed up… here’s a rhyme.
I pulled my left arm in my dreams trying to catch my runaway blue hat I woke up quick and it did seem My arm ached where I sat
It’s all this bad luck I tell you Somebody has it out for me out there The only question left is “who?” Don’t say it’s me. You swear?
One day I’ll be as lucky as a god Coffee stains will fear me.
This poetry is called a Chant because it repeats a lot. It’s also really old. That’s all I got. Enjoy!
Goodbye Summer
The nights are beginning to loom closer to day The summer is starting to fade away
Gusts of chilled wind pick up now and then The summer is starting to fade away
Peachy pink skies turn to grey The summer is starting to fade away
Trees have prepared to start turning The summer is starting to fade away
This form is called Clogyrnach poetry and the name sounds like someone trying to clear their throat.
Food
They call me the vacuum of food If I don’t eat I’m in a mood I’ll eat sweets and meat I like lots of heat A big treat? I’d love to!
This form is called Concrete Poetry where you make the poem look like something. And YES I know it doesn’t look that much like a dog, but this is really hard to do on a computer!
