four poems completed to my own satisfaction. since I successfully completed 4 poems in 2020 and then upped my goal to 5 poems in 2021 and then wrote 0 poems.
letters to my grandfather idk I was thinking vaguely of an epistolary novel the other day even though would I ever actually do that? survey says no, at least not in any sort of way that would be honest/not fantasy/realistic/idk what I'm trying to say
but then last night in the car I was like "poem?"
will it be a poem, either? idk, might get longer than I care for my poems to be these days after years of writing long, rambling poems and finally working on and learning to value conciseness
don't wear black at my funeral this is even more vague and stems entirely from my own dislike of wearing black at funerals even though it's traditional in my sociocultural area, that's it
miscellaneous old ideas that have never panned out
impostor queer/fake queer
I know I have an idea about this in my poetry journal but it probably was just this exact description with no details, but basically about the impostor syndrome you can feel as a queer person who figures out your identity later in life or as a specifically bi or pan person in a "straight passing" relationship etc
anyway this one is on my mind since I unexpectedly came out to a parental unit this week via email even though there was no sense of "well you're not really queer," so idk maybe it's just because I haven't had many coming out experiences and so many fictional narratives of queerness involve coming out
various other poem ideas that haven't panned out yet
need to flip through my poetry journal and see what else is there because I have a b u n c h of titles and ideas on otherwise blank pages
revise some stuff?
I know I have stuff I either posted here for feedback but never revised or drafted multiple times in my poetry journal but never posted/never declared done, so I might revisit some of those as well
curses that my trip to new york city isn't until mid-may, because I feel like that'll inspire some poetry
but oh well, since that will be post-napowrimo I'm simply going through my poetry journal for unwritten poetry ideas, and here's what we've got for possible new poems
...enspoilered because whoops I have a lot more not-at-all-written poem ideas in this journal than I thought
four, me. that's all we need. just f o u r . please for the love of god use this hiatus from fiction to your advantage, yes?
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"we are hollow bones" (black elk)
come away with me into the desert and
always trying to look younger/always trying to look older
my life in cars
my grandfather was a magician
the second theater I fell in love with
we built sandcastles that washed away
dianne kay drennan, 1958-2009: a pioneer for women in the airforce, "love one another"
a forest so green/it's like I'd never seen a summer day
fake queerâ„¢
"when you're curling your toes, clenching your feet, damaging yourself to fit into shoes two sizes too small" (tumblr)
that page from july 8 2019 that starts with area codes bc there might be several poetry ideas in that one
"mushily called 'real life'" (leo rosten)
"mazes we cannot unriddle" (leo rosten)
"inner, furious peace" (leo rosten)
"God, with whom he had very little in common" (leo rosten)
bird list poem
smells I like list poem
beautiful day to start a new life together/beautiful day to be laid to rest
little blessings/"may you look out the window when the light is just how you like it" (tumblr)
ode to a small town/list poem about marine city (?)
why I go on long drives
a poem about fireflies and first loves
wildflowers grow in ditches
possibly personal ad-style poem like "cautious but loves recklessly"
"to be human is to be beautiful in contradiction" (tumblr? I'm sure this is a quotation but it's unattributed in my journal)
missingness (hiraeth, welsh; saudaude, portugese)
how can I love, I'm worn out in the world
it always feels good to deglaze the pan
a snow poem
a poem about dog-earred pages
we are loud and joyful people
just family things
a poem about midwinter and the way the christmas lights still up give me hope
determined but not dedicated
across the chasm
it's opening old wounds/and my favorite thing to do with old wounds/is pretend they're not there
adhd impostor syndrome poem
the way cooking connects me to my heritage/ancestors
holy crap we have a poem. is it good idk but it sure does exist
1. the warblers come in May
a great flurry of them, every year: black and white, cerulean, yellow-rumped, prothonotary in their yellow robes flashing their colors in forest and swampland before the grueling flight over Lake Erie
the birders come then too, descending on the marsh like great flocks of ducks, their season no longer than the warblers'
the warblers move on, and so do they, in a whirring of field guides and cameras
Ahh! Poetry has indeed hatched! Love the idea of the birders following the birds in an almost bird-like manner - really fun concept, and the imagery paints a cute little picture in my head of the elegant birds and then the wild flock of everyone gathering to watch them.
Looks like you've got a ton of inspiration collected up too! Best of luck reaching your goal, you're definitely on track to get to 4! <3
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
a tree knows when to break down in a storm the trunk cracks and groans and with a crash collapses on the forest floor
do you ever feel like an oak in a storm do you groan, is your heart brittle can you feel yourself ..........collapsing?
the human urge to grit your teeth and spit in the wind's eye to clench your firsts and stand through the storm no matter how it weathers you
it's okay to let go it's okay to say there are storms you cannot survive to crash into bed like an oak falling ..........to the forest floor
and when the storm passes you find soft green things winding up through the remains of your brittle heart like a new shoot sprouting from the stump of a fallen tree
sometimes you need to fall apart so you can grow back
a slight bit of planning for a different poem that will also almost certainly go nowhere, but at least I'm having ideas ig
Spoiler! :
a poem about home as a fluid concept ........the land and people in my blood ....maybe a tie-in to the way small things ........like hearing an "ope" or seeing an ........810 area code feel like home
also, that previous poem idea I think is also going to serve as inspo for the self-portrait collage/mixed media I started a month or so ago
I have the background, it's shreds of paper from journals and printouts and it features an old poem (things I'm bad at) in the upper left corner, and I think I'm going to paint it in bi flag colors
but I haven't been sure what to do with the actual self-portrait part, but I've been thinking of maybe doing it in flowers if I didn't go just like realistic with it? and if I'm calling it "girl, untamed" re: the above poem idea, it might be good to draw on nature imagery and fill it in with flowers
although then I have to figure out how to do that so it's still clear it's a self-portrait, but anyway that's a problem for future blue
cemeteries & old trees (2017): could be developed more into a poem about the human urge to leave a mark which I've been considering for some time anyway
how I learned to love toledo (2014): might actually not qualify for the contest bc I'd probably reuse more than a line? but idk I've been wanting to overhaul this forever and have never successfully done so, so it'd be worth doing
poem number one (2011): mmmm kind of a contemplative poem about knowing ourselves kinda being the best we can do when the magic of childhood fades into adulthood which is still kind of an idea I vibe with? would again probably recycle at least a couple lines but overall it would be different and possibly lean more into the knowing yourself thing which in the original just comes up at the end
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