So it begins. National Poetry Writing Month. I will be taking part with the prompts posted on NaPoWriMo.net Editor Keri will be joining me on here this month so it will not just be my own thoughts rattling around in an empty space, like a fly trapped in a barn.
Here is a poem. The prompt is negation – describing something in terms of what it is not.
Oh, what is it? When something lingers
in the tip of your tongue and you grope
around in your brain for the word.
Like when someone asks you to name
a country beginning with J and every
single one falls out of your head.
Anyway, what is it? That thing.
It’s not a wide open space, it’s not a harbour
or dock. It doesn’t house boats, planes,
shoes, hamsters or geese.
Come on, come on. It’s right there.
It’s not a claustrophobic space.
It’s not a sett or a bedsit,
not a two up, two down.
It’s not a hedge maze with living topiary.
No, that’s not right.
It doesn’t have roads, well not inside.
It, oddly, doesn’t have bins.
It doesn’t have level-headed commuters needing
to travel cross-country efficiently. It doesn’t have
regular running services that always run on time.
Oh what is it? It’s right there, the most tenuous
gravitational field is keeping it from tipping over.
And I feel Like
Too many late nights,
Topped off with
The rhythmical tap of my
Keeps my time.