after Wendy Videlock
Like an empty bowl,
like a submarine,
like a mirror, like a tooth,
like a tambourine,
like a pen or a puddle,
or a maker of hay,
like a rusty machine,
like a fiancé,
or as if you speak
in eddies of river,
or as if you’re an arrow
just pulled from the quiver;
like shoes without laces
thrown into the corner,
like rain, like a scalpel,
like a barbed wire border,
like a guillotine,
like witch hazel blooms,
like a horse, like blue,
like an unsung tune,
like a poem that doesn’t
know how it will end,
like a leap or a stone,
like an open hand.
You tapped into mucky, fecund soil, here. What combinations: pen and puddle, rain and scalpel, horse and blue, leap or stone. When I do these sorts of litany poems, I freewrite the list, and then pull the resonating ones for my poem. I wonder if you did that, and if so, what some of the “nearly-so”s were. You seem to have been opened and expansive here, so maybe freewriting worked for you; this time, you were able to sneak under the critical guard at the gate.
That said, this is another very potential playshop exercise. In fact, I’m feeling phlegmatic and otherwise crusty, this AM. Perhaps I should assign this to myself.
Kiitos, for the inspiration.
Ha! I stole it from Wendy Videlock! Her poem was something like ³how you might approach a fawn²
It was very fun, this poem, because almost anything might work almost anything felt appropriate!
My process, I looked around the room, I looked in the back of my journals at other words I¹ve collected
I wonder if I can remember some of the ones that got cut an eraser was one of them, a violin, boots some of them I cut because they were too close to other words wasn¹t sure about the ending, but hey, had to end it somehow. Xo r
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