April 12

#VerseLove Day 12, The News

Challenger

she stood at stately attention
gowned in pristine white
flanked by her booster-knights,
Diana pursuing her Orion

poised for her “routine launch”
to send soaring seven souls
cradled in her tight embrace,
while mere mortals gawked

“eerie beauty of the orange fireball”
“billowing white trails against the blue”
as she blew into a million bits
and floated back to earth

“officials discounted
speculation that
cold weather”
was to blame

Atë had wrought her work
e’en tho Allan McDonald
brave NASA Engineer
refused to sign off

“freezing overnight temperatures…
could compromise
the booster rocket joints…
could damage…”

as Hades welcomed
them into his cold grasp
President Reagan orated they’d
“slipped the surly bonds of earth”

meanwhile, the mourners,
among them Christa McAuliffe’s
family and students,
remained rooted in shock

April 11

#VerseLove Day 11, #Quirky

I loved the idea of today’s “#quirky” #VerseLove prompt, but had a hard time identifying a topic. This poem talks about something that I certainly love, and that many people who know me best are surprised, nay, stunned to discover is a favorite form of play.

name five things —
that are quirky
elephants –
clams –
poetry –
my friends –
playing this game

once –
upon –
a –
time –
a –
porcupine –
got –
stuck –
under –
his –
pillow

I want a ticket to the moon –
yes, and would you like to buy a constellation with that? –
yes, and a guitar to serenade the flight crew, too

improv is
the most
freeing,
uplifting,
quirky
thing I do

April 10

#VerseLove Day 10, Definito

The #VerseLove prompt today challenged us to create a “definito,” a form invented by Heidi Mordhorst and described as “a free verse poem of 8-12 lines (aimed at readers 8-12 years old) that highlights wordplay as it demonstrates the meaning of a less common word, which always ends the poem.”

I have never heard of the word I tackled, but since I find etymology fascinating, it was worth digging into. I was exceedingly surprised to discover this word has increased in usage over time, as illustrated by this graph created from Google’s Ngram Viewer (thank you, Terry, for introducing me to this tool!)

What are you?

barely weighable, a flocci from the spring sheep
even less knowable, a whiff of an idea

closely followed by nauci
(nada, niks, nunda)
so forgotten it has no descendants

our minds are conditioned to nihili
Friedrich Nietzsche’s declaration
(or was it?)
that nothing has meaning

this morning, I found pili on my hairbrush
floating as nothing, and to no purpose

syllables chained together,
a mouthful at best

pushed along by –fication
along many tracks,
modification, vilification,
certification, gratification
to name just a few

combine these all
and you arrive at

floccinaucinihilipilification
a habit by some to
estimate things (people?)
as worthless

April 8

#VerseLove Day 8, Tell Me without Telling Me

The squabble erupts
nothing about nothing
it escalates
voices raised

mom jumps in
tries to find the culprit
“it wasn’t me,”
each one cries

my stomach clenches
desiring calm
not caring  who
is “right” or “wrong”

understanding
even when young
unity is more important
than absolutes

[tell me you’re a peacemaker without telling me you’re a peacemaker]

April 7

#VerseLove Day 6, Cherita

Daniel

you are in the backyard charging about unsteadily on your pudgy toddler feet

as I bustle about in the kitchen preparing dinner
I suddenly stop, my mommy-sense telling me it is too hushed outside

rushing through the patio door, sprinting through the gate left ajar
I discover you cruising up the street, waddling as fast as you can
To join your big brother and his big-kid friends

April 4

#VerseLove Day 4, Burrows and Seeds

Thank you, Jennifer for guiding us today. The lines “sometimes the old is far better than the new” by Glenda inspired a nostalgic burrowing into the past.

sometimes the old is
far better than the new

the washing machine
that never quit
denim jeans admired
for sturdiness, not holes

typewriters clacking forever
(oops, change the ribbon)
automobiles repaired with
wrenches, not computers

meetings arranged in person
instead of by thumbs flying
store purchases that cost
a dime, not dollars

conversations enjoyed while
looking into another’s eyes
lunch dates in a cozy
spot, not on Zoom

sometimes the old is
far better than the new

April 3

#VerseLove Day 3, Collaboration Inspiration

Borrowed from Shaun Ingall’s poem.

my dresser looks like a brown ox,
taking up way more space
than it appeared to at the shops.

drawers half-open, covered with props.
sitting on the edge of the bed,
rummaging, looking for socks.

we should be grilling chops,
you wearing my old t-shirt,
me in shorts and flip-flops.

pain descends, my head drops,
wondering how to face a new day,
and my dresser that looks like a brown ox.

 

April 20

Poetry

When I first saw this cloud shape as I was walking this evening, I thought of a Boeing 747, the ultimate “jumbo jet,” an aircraft we seldom see anymore. As a young adult, I admired them as the princess of the sky, and even flew on a few.

As I continued my walk, the cloud began disintegrating. My last glimpse was of this:

A sense of melancholy overtook me, as my mind turned to September 11, 2001, “9/11.” I believe all of the aircraft involved in that terrorist attack were smaller ships, but nonetheless had a strong association. Perhaps this is because of our current situation, with the COVID-19 pandemic wreaking havoc on our lives, our well-being, and our economy.

Once again, I took an idea from my #CLMOOC friend Kim and created a poem with only single-syllable words. Hers was inspired by waterfall poetry, mine is just… mine.

I see
a shape
a plane
no
a cloud
I think of
large craft
men in suits
wives in heels
glam, safe
then
nine-one-one of two-oh-oh-one
crashed
stunned
pained
dazed
slow mend
now
two-oh-one-nine
germs
ill
spread
dead
fear
lone
no trust
sad