My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Friday, August 31, 2012

11 Can I Have This Dance?: Postcard War

Artist:  Barenaked Ladies
Album:  Everything to Everyone
Genre:  Rock

Notes:  I've had "Another postcard with chimpanzees and everyone is addressed to me" running through my head since yesterday.  I thought it might be fun to explore such an odd piece and see where it took me.

An Aside:  It's been awhile since I toyed with a new form, but I found my way over to dVerse Poets Pub yesterday where they introduced the tritina and I thought why not.  I have had the opportunity in the past to explore its "older sister" the sestina.  That was quite a trying form to work with, but I gave it several tries.  This was not as trying, but still....  I took a little liberty with the last line (splitting it as I did).  Anyway, here goes.

Postcard War
chimpanzees pose in model worthy shots
they rock bikinis -- girls and boys as well --
some funny some risqué arrived today
my mailbox overflowed with chimps today
atop a bar they danced while downing shots
it seems that most are not behaving well
so many postcards--I'm not feeling well.
they're all addressed to me! but not today
I think it's time for me to call the shots!
I'll pose in shots--
                           I might as well--
                                                    then send those chimps a card or two today!


Wednesday, August 29, 2012

9 FLING

FLING
affair
liaison

free to buzz away
once their deed is complete--
another flower opens

"coupling with no expectations."



It's the last Wednesday of the month--when here on ...don't open...don't throw away... Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>affair, expectation(s), free] meets the clarity pyramid.  


Sunday, August 26, 2012

1 Time Capsule: Lost

Title:  Lost
Date:  03/05/97
Setting:  Junior year of college--in computer lab (part of Poetry List)
Form:  Free Verse

Somewhere along the way
I lost my place
I’ve skimmed ahead,
many chapters ahead,
but still I know not
where it is I should be
Somehow along the way
I lost my place
I missed a step,
or skipped a step,
and now I cannot tell
where it is I should be
Somewhere along the way
I lost my place
I must go back,
far back,
then hopefully I’ll find
I’m where I should have been,
the whole time

Notes:  I chose this poem for this week's Time Capsule, because I have been feeling a bit out of place.  Lost is quite an apt word to describe my being right now.  The words here echoing multiple times this past week, plus.

It was during my sophomore year that I started what I still call today the Poetry List.  Basically, I had an email group (called Poetry List).  When ever I had a few minutes between classes I would stop in the computer lab, sit down at a computer and compose.  These were all impromptu poems written on the spot taking between 15 to 30 minutes.  This poem was written almost a full year after the beginning of the Poetry List.  In a way, it was similar to what blogging is now.  Then though it was limited to the people I knew and that knew me.  Oddly, there are very few people I know who are aware of this blog--four or so and even then, I've never actually shared with them where to find it.  Most people who read this are complete strangers.  There is a safety in opening up to those you don't know.  Besides, I doubt those on the Poetry List miss the inner workings of my mind.  

Artifact I:  The print out of the poem including original date and subject line.