So.
I haven't written poetry in four years--don't eat me? XD But this sounded like a lot of fun, so I thought, 'What the heck'. After all, thirty days + thirty poems = maybe not sucking anymore?
Basic Goals:
- Develop style that mirrors the way I talk in fiction, but isn't fiction.
- Use conventions of poetry that one can't use in fiction (effectively).
- In short: write poetry, not fiction thinly disguised.
- Make a point. Or at least, start out with one.
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APRIL 01
Painting In a Cave
Blind brushes and filthy hands follow pits in the rock,
searching for something beautiful—
flashes between stalactites and poetry in taxicabs bound for nowhere.
In the dark where eyes are black disks,
truths whispered between mangled brick walls sound like the echoes
of what was mentioned in caverns beneath the world.
There is no red wine, no spotlight, no critic
in the gallery where the paintings hang themselves.
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