Journal 6: Prompt 2

Rule: Every line must mention something about space/time/gravity.

Just as the Earth pulls me down
I’m pulled by your gravity.
No matter how many days
have passed my body feels your pull.
Stars collapse and die.
Nebulae scatter and shift
through the passing
millennia. Your eyes
lost in the crowd, shine
like the dark blue sun
of some far off galaxy.

Journal 5: Cento

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,
this is the world we wanted.
What is important is to avoid
a nothingness which longs to be the sea.
Then am I truly mad?

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so,
On the dead waters of that passionless sea,
Desolate and lone,
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak.
“Be assured! You are not alone…”
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker.

 

Sources(in order of appearance): “Howl” Allen Ginsberg,  “Gretel in Darkness” Louise Glük,  “Wolf Cento” Simone Muench,  “Wolf Cento 2” Simone Muench,  “Is this madness?” Doris Bailey, “Dream Song 14” John Berryman,  “The Sea  of Death” Thomas Hood,  “Lost” Carl Sandburg,  “My Lost Youth” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “Descartes’ Loneliness” Allen Grossman, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” T. S. Eliot

Journal 4: 302poetry

Version 1:

The cows stand under the trees
in the wet grass, lifting their necks
to pull leaves down. We slow
the truck, pull over to the
side of the road to watch
them. How  graceful they look, how
unlike themselves. We get out and
lean on the fence. The cows
don’t seem to notice we are
there.

Version 2:

The cows stand
under the trees
in the wet grass,
lifting their necks to
pull leaves down. We
slow the truck,
pull over to the side
of the road to watch
them. How  graceful they look,
how unlike themselves.
We get out and lean
on the fence. The cows don’t
seem to notice we are there.

Version 3:

The cows stand under
the trees in
the wet grass, lifting their
necks to pull
leaves down. We slow
the truck, pull over
to the side of the road to
watch them.

How  graceful they
look, how unlike
themselves. We get
out and lean
on the fence.
The cows don’t
seem to
notice we are
there.

 

Brief analysis:

The first version of the poem is broken into lines of 6 words each, except the final line. This provides an emphasis to the word there as well as adding a small bit of resonance to the finality of the poem. The lines themselves become slower and seem to drag on because they are all the same length.

The second version of the poem messes with the monotony of the first version. Instead of having medium-sized lines with the same number of words it has lines that vary in length. This helps the reading of the poem by adding  a level of depth to the format that the first version lacked.

The third version takes the play of format to another level. First, the poem is broken into two separate stanzas unlike the first two versions. The stanzas allow for a different experience by causing you to pause in between, giving the reader more time to reflect on what is going on as they experience the poem. Second, the poem in this version breaks up the lines in places that interrupt the phrases.For example, the second line “the trees in” doesn’t give you any information about what is coming next. It could be the trees in a forest, in a park, and so on. The next lines get an added level of surprise because the reader does not know what is coming next in the moment before continuing on.

Journal 3 Poetry 302

Gary Knowles

 

I knew you were gone,
but your shadow lingered
on my bedroom wall
like punks in a dark alley.

I knew you were gone,
but musical laughter leaves
your lungs and nestles in my ear
like the homeless guy by the dumpster.

I knew you were gone,
but the smell of your cologne
spreads over my room
like the noxious weed punks are smoking.

I knew you were gone,
but I taste your lips
clinging to mine
as a punk’s shoe grips the pavement.

I knew you were gone,
but your breath
raised the hairs on my neck
like the woman walking quickly past
the alley punks.

2nd version:

Your shadowed lingered
like a serial killer
over my bed.

Your laughter reached
my ears as
if you were a bat using
echo location to see.

Floral-scented cologne
settled in my nose
like a cat nestled in the hay.

Once more your lips graze
mine like a record
on repeat.

Hairs raise on the back
of my neck when your
breath chills me to
the bone like an endless winter.

Journal 2

We walked along Florida avenue
where car horns blared from behind. “Wait,”
Ryan grabbed my arm too late—my foot landed in shit!
Magnets attract at opposite poles.
Kinda like how clean white shoes attract dirt like magnets.

A jaw bone sat on a window sill, but
who knew why?
(Someone apparently just got pregnant…and isn’t happy about it.)
I want to wander the city and not work today—
hopefully I’d never have to go to work, unless I chose to.
Ryan’s ghost disappeared like a chameleon.
On the corner a middle-aged man coddled a stuffed pig,
at least his hair was on fleek.
I’m not a fan of writing poems,
but writing them can be fun…maybe.

Why do things, or people, have to die?
A painting for Ryan sits in my car.
I’ll probably store it next to a box of Grandma’s stuff.
I walked deeper into the fog of memory.
I can’t stop thinking he’s still there
with his right hand in my left.
I double-checked that I had everything: phone, wallet, keys.
One time a guy said I looked like a young Justin Timberlake.
Someone couldn’t shut up their damn car alarm.
Keep walking.

 

Journal 1: Personal Universe

Taste:  blood, citrus, sour apple, chocolate, seawater, Irish whiskey,  pepperjack cheese, soap, perfume, penny, peanut butter, vinegar, sweat, diet coke, americano, onion

Touch: steel,  glass, bark, pinecone, diamond, sand, clay, snow, skin, thorn, arrowhead, hand, granite, marble, plastic

Smell: gas, dog poop, lavender, lemon, garlic, pine, rain, strawberry, smoke, maple, musk, ocean, alcohol, barbeque, cherry blossom

Hearing: echo, siren, car horn, children, percussion, static, clink (of glasses), wood burning, heartbeat, screech, motorcycle, lawn mower, applause, silence, beep

Sight: lightening, coast, mountain, glitter, rain drop, snowflake, rainbow, foliage, quartz, fog, book, word, scribble, blue, darkness

Action/Motion: gym, punch, stroking, holding, kiss, dance, perform, play, journey,  ocean wave, biking, work, repairing, gesture, posing

Abstractions: belief, infinity, heart

Anything else: Spring, Autumn, F. Scott Fitzgerald, a lover, nemesis, night, galaxy,

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