Chapter 4 - day 1 poem 4---poetry [the NaPo kind}
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Chapter 4 - day 1 poem 4---poetry [the NaPo kind}
Chapter 4 - day 1 poem 4---poetry [the NaPo kind}
Sometimes I struggle to find words for anything
let alone a metaphore
but I write something anyhow
between the lines
in due time
something reminds me of something:
the bear in the hair on the shower wall,
pokemon in the clouds,
crow-boy on my mottled-blue bedroom wall
it’s a Rorschock test of ink that spilled only in letters,
sorta like that box of letters by the old printers press,
spilled all over the floor, out of the box I built in my last poem,
little girls fleeing to cornfeilds with sacred pages clutched in their arms.
where was I?
wood blocks with letters,
let us
stack them to the sky into bridges and roads and unstable towers
toppling to the ground
scattered all around
square.
I smile.
finally something takes shape
I always wanted a tower.
Mt Fuji
I Climb to the top of the waterslide and go round again.
putting those square pegs into the round holes of nostalgia
of dappled shade
roses
the ink drags me down block by block letter by letter
print the blocks over and over until the shadow images take form and rise from the page.
memories communicate nothing really
oh well
Tomorrow’s another day and I’ve got 29 more.
****************** notes on this poem************
there really was a bear in the hair on the shower wall yesterday, and there is a crow boy on my bedroom wall, my grandson and my daughter always see pokemon in the clouds.
in early LDS history, a printing press printing Mormon scriptures was destroyed by an angry mob and two little girls saved the pages of the book by hiding with them in a corn field.
when I was a little girl my mom had a book showing each step of how a picture of mount fuji was made using wood-carved printing blocks, [in poetry I have a thing about mount fuji because of that book and another childhood story---it's an obscure personal reference about changing the past by changing the future]
the water slide with round pegs in square holes refers to another poem written about 10 years ago.
let alone a metaphore
but I write something anyhow
between the lines
in due time
something reminds me of something:
the bear in the hair on the shower wall,
pokemon in the clouds,
crow-boy on my mottled-blue bedroom wall
it’s a Rorschock test of ink that spilled only in letters,
sorta like that box of letters by the old printers press,
spilled all over the floor, out of the box I built in my last poem,
little girls fleeing to cornfeilds with sacred pages clutched in their arms.
where was I?
wood blocks with letters,
let us
stack them to the sky into bridges and roads and unstable towers
toppling to the ground
scattered all around
square.
I smile.
finally something takes shape
I always wanted a tower.
Mt Fuji
I Climb to the top of the waterslide and go round again.
putting those square pegs into the round holes of nostalgia
of dappled shade
roses
the ink drags me down block by block letter by letter
print the blocks over and over until the shadow images take form and rise from the page.
memories communicate nothing really
oh well
Tomorrow’s another day and I’ve got 29 more.
****************** notes on this poem************
there really was a bear in the hair on the shower wall yesterday, and there is a crow boy on my bedroom wall, my grandson and my daughter always see pokemon in the clouds.
in early LDS history, a printing press printing Mormon scriptures was destroyed by an angry mob and two little girls saved the pages of the book by hiding with them in a corn field.
when I was a little girl my mom had a book showing each step of how a picture of mount fuji was made using wood-carved printing blocks, [in poetry I have a thing about mount fuji because of that book and another childhood story---it's an obscure personal reference about changing the past by changing the future]
the water slide with round pegs in square holes refers to another poem written about 10 years ago.
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