Her name was Katie, with the last name of Killer, and I'm not kidding, either, and she wore leather pants like a young Joan Jett or Pinky Tuscadero, and I swear, oh, I was tongue tied whenever we sat next to each other in math class, and when she asked for some help, I'd yelp, until she turned away to talk to someone else
for #openwrite
There is indeed a note not named, singing in the hole between B and C
and while its place is neither flat nor sharp, its voice is borrowed - half step up, half step back -
we fall into the space where there seems a gap; the ear hears what the piano lacks
for #openwrite
Brittle Grass
This deep thirst I have goes beyond quenching, I'm yearning for the rains, the drenching of a sky, falling, for how can you not hear my quiet voice calling, this broken cry of dry Earth, a song for myself and the creatures, below
Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap Step Step Step Step Step
Snare drum crackling on translucent skin the fife band gathers where the streets begin the drummer raises stick in her leather gloved hand then they step out as one, as syncopated band
Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap Step Step Step Step Step Step
for #openwrite
Take Five
Headphones and downbeats: Dave Brubeck in five four as Paul Demond rhymes through a solo, singing, for all time
for #openwrite (syllable poem) https://www.ethicalela.com/making-it-count-syllabic-verse/
(A) Composition (of Anagrams)
in sonic topics (with) moon potions (add) soot spit pots on top/stop/ oops: omit – omit – omit - moot point position
This world's awash in a music, if we listen to what we're hearing
birds dogs wind leaves engines electronics imagination
Pluck the string to make it sing; the melody's a memory in the open key of us
for #openwrite https://www.ethicalela.com/word-association-poem/
Things You Might Do With a Single Match
Ignite it, for sure, with scratching friction that scorches wood and bone and earth
or turn it into an imaginary friend, with a phosphorous head and single-footed body, dancing on the table top
or hold it up at deepest night, a firefly levitating in darkness off outstretched finger, painting ink-light on air
or place it back, gentle, into the book from which it came, where fellow stories wait at rest for the chapter to close
for #openwrite and #mastoprompt (inspired by https://www.ethicalela.com/things-you-can-do-with-an-orange/)
If only he'd let me keep looking for peepers and frogs
instead of home, I'd stay, peeking beneath forgotten logs
but no, it's time, he tells me, it's time for us to go
I wave goodbye to the woods and stories I'll never know
— for #openwrite about shifting to a different perspective https://www.ethicalela.com/perspective-poem/
Sometimes I am judge, and sometimes I am jury, and sometimes, I stand accused, madly dashing down notes for my defense of a scribbled-out poem or song or story, written in a rush and posted before I took the time to consider each line as evidence to be used later in trials of a writer's revisionist history.
—inspired by #openwrite and the prompt of a One Sentence Poem https://www.ethicalela.com/one-sentence-poem/