Sunday, April 12, 2015

NaPoWriMo Day #10

I'm running a few days late, I know.  Had a sort of family emergency these past few days and life has been hectic.

So today I'm playing catch up.

I'm afraid I haven't had much time for reading poetry these past few days so no updates there.

I really love the Day #10 prompt from the beautifully talented Magalay. (She is also doing 30 days of prompts for the Month of April if you'd like to keep watch on her daily prompts!)

Her prompt went something like this:  On Day 10 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015Our poems should read like a relaxation chant; every line should unwind us to the bone.


Mine seems sorta angsty, but I think it calls for relaxation, or at least describes the ways in which I enjoy relaxing:


Sleep, Breath, and Stars

My head was busy all day,
The want of the world
Flapping against my amygdala
A Venetian drumbeat.
Even the sight of Benzodiazepine
Could not soothe me,
Those smooth, yellow candies
Doctors dangle before me,
Shaking their heads
At my quaking hands,
The breath of my chest won’t give,
The hyperventilation
Of an unknown assailant.

I will tell you, slack-faced,
Too angry to frown,
My smile is fake and this
World has grown dumb.
I do not need your forty-five
Minutes of psychotherapy,
I am already a counselor, dear.
Nor do I need your
Richly-colored pharmaceuticals,
Posters-full of kissing kittens,
Or a glass of alcohol to numb
My teeth so I can grit them
In my sleep, without feelings.
And what of the beach,
That smelly place of
Dead fish and ignorant
Spring break love affairs?

Give me seclusion,
A spring rainstorm with
Candles on my windowsill,
Give me a shelf-full of books
Instead of the shiny brass
Of a television screen.
I don’t need those
Falsely-manufactured
Beautiful people.
No, I need a house
Near the woods,
A book of quotes,
A couch as comfortable
As a two-day retreat.
Give me lines of poetry,
soft as a feather-fall,
And empty space,
Blank notebooks and
A shiny telescope so when
Each day tires me of light and words,
I can look into the far-away
Home of my mother Cosmo.

I will perch there against
moonbeams as strong as 
the metal spines of night trains,
breathing clouds and
exhaling star matter.
I will hoola-hoop through
the stiff rings of Saturn,
grip the handhold
of each star, acrobat of the sky,
and summit the moon.

13 comments:

  1. Oh Stacey, this is SPECTACULAR. It gets better and better all the way down the page until it summits the moon itself!!!!!!! Absolutely beautiful. I echo every word of your last stanza........

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  2. wonderfully said! in the end what we really need we already know and that's what will help us :)

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  3. I love this.. I really love the strong renouncement, and just coming back from 10 days in the mountains and having spent part of the time inside cabins with the rage of snow storm outside. Books and company that speak in slow voices.. I didn't feel the need of alcohol or pills.. just books and slowness.. fantastic and intriguing poetry.

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  4. I love the defiance in this and how it goes from hard, tactile things to this lovely soft dreamscape.

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  5. I love the defiance in this and how it goes from hard, tactile things to this lovely soft dreamscape.

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  6. I too love this - it is your voice - not the voice others may want to hear or control...may it always stay that way

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  7. A shiny telescope so when
    Each day tires me of light and words,
    I can look into the far-away
    Home of my mother Cosmo.

    Goes to show poetry is the savior and the ultimate companion!

    Hank

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  8. A shiny telescope so when
    Each day tires me of light and words,
    I can look into the far-away
    Home of my mother Cosmo.

    Goes to show poetry is the savior and the ultimate companion!

    Hank

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  9. "I do not need...
    a glass of alcohol to numb
    My teeth so I can grit them
    In my sleep, without feelings."

    These are such fantastic lines; filled to the brim with rage and truth. We all need different things to reach that place when we find peace (as you'll see when you read my entry for this prompt). Life happens different to everyone, so it makes sense that we find our balance in different ways.

    I love the voice of these speaker.

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  10. could feel the angsty part so well but love that escape into the dreamscape...

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  11. Well done... always enjoy reading you.
    ZQ

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  12. When the world around you makes you scream, try doing things that could put you into a different universe. we need a break sometimes :)

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  13. I love the movement of this. How the pace seems to shift into different gears as it rolls on.

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Thank you for taking the time to comment, it is so appreciated. Your thoughts and critiques are always welcome! I will be by to visit your blog soon!