Happy Sunday, everyone. Hey. I gave you a day off, and I’ll post two poems in one so you have another day off tomorrow.
Another staccato rebellion,
abrupt — she cries for dubious
reasons — disconnected — ones
he can’t always figure out —
detached — breaks in an other-
wise peaceful marriage.
Long ago, he learned not to meddle
with the rhythm of her turmoils, to measure
the value of their love in her laughter.
When her angry, petulant face sends him
to the exile of his workroom, he sits
a while and contemplates the scar tissue
he has built up. Billows of metallic bile
dart into his mouth, as he puts the latch
to his thoughts and walks back out to stamp
on the fuses, to hug the ruins away.
Notes: It was the definitions of staccato that gave me the idea and, once started, the poem came fairly quickly. I had been working on another poem [see below] for Reverie #5, a silly one, because I wasn’t sure I could write a serious one that encompassed all the phonetic sounds, not in one week. Because I had been working on it, my brain must have been more open to hearing phonetic sounds and I noticed that the wordle poem had all the sounds but six. I tweaked.
I have all the sounds [I think] except ‘dark’ l, [x], and a glottal stop.
2nd poem in response to Reverie #5:
It’s a riddle. An enigma. An engma —
Engma provokes a squiggly red line.
The computer dictionary suggests enema
engram engage England engrave encamp
enchant encomium, is not happy with engma.
Engmas not allowed, not aloud. Maybe,
if I tap dance: I got rhythm, I got music,
I got… toe heel shuffle tap… a little bob
and weave, a little Muhammad Ali,
float like a butterfly…
Red line still there.
Engmas must be hidden treasure
waiting for an Open Sesame.
Joseph would not lead us astray.
You, me, let’s have a think and,
after toiling and venting, the good
Lord willing, meet back here.
Notes: I think I have all sounds except [x], and I had that, but didn’t like the word in this poem, even if the poem is a silly one. I had fun with this and that helped me get over fear of phonetics.
During the week, visit both The Sunday Whirl and naming constellations ‘Reveries’ to read other’s poems. With these sites, people tend to drop off poetry all week.