Just one more day to go… oof. I really hoped I’d be out of the woods with everything by the end of the month, but of course, as things rarely go according to plan, it seems as though the next several days will still be a hectic mess. (Which I guess is fine. I live on hectic messes, most days.) But I’m proud of myself that I have managed to do one of these every day thus far in November. Probably afterward I’ll go dark again for at least a few days, before starting up again…
Anyway, here’s today’s:
1. “For you I stay like a mountain.” (Sarah Messer, “Prayer from a Mouse”)
2. “Of course we miss the flowers…” (James Whitcomb Riley, “When the Frost is on the Punkin”)
3. “Can one man worship the legs of another?” (me, “Legs”)
4. an alarm of some kind
5. Praise a quality in others that you do not have.
BONUS. Write a tritina: three tercets with the pattern of repeated endwords ABC, CAB, BCA, followed by a line that uses all three endwords in it. See below.
ALTERNATE (2). “Strike deep, divide us from cheap-got doubt.” (Marie Ponsot, “Private and Profane”)
…and some vague weirdness I did in response:
Good lovers wear their tallness like a tree
who’s known the storm. I watch the lightning drum
upon their hair and wish for such a calm–
but unsure-footed boys are rarely calm.
I’m more a marsh-flat reed than some old tree
that’s deeply rooted, swaying to a drum
whose pattern always hesitates– my drum
of fear. Good lovers keep their watchers calm.
They never fall. Each turns his manhood-tree
to heartbeat-drums, weight-bearing, tree of calm.