Day 26 of The Year Apart (and Sometimes Not)
Today’s Challenge (from Charles):
Write a triversen poem.
Originally conceived by William Carlos Williams.
Here is Charles' poem:
“La Gruta”
The elastic had worn away
but the band remained dangling
loosely from her spindled wrist.
Dancers pouring meaning into
melodramas made for television
had given her Thursday nights purpose.
She ignored the on-screen advice of
doctors wearing blush and scrubs
whose words were like fried Inka corn.
Eyeing the cream as it swam throughout
the steaming black bean-tea like a white gown
dipped, dancing, a hot mug of Havana.
Her bloated frame betrayed an impassioned
drive to immobilize her body
that once floated in a heavenward glide.
That night, her night, in an endless rumba
in the arms of a golden-blooded panther
the only relic: a worn elastic band.
Here is Davis' poem:
“god”
driving home to my love,
i reflect on beer-fueled revelations
with strangers on birthdays.
how can it be that
no matter where i go
i can still find the depth we call god?
i supposed there exists
a certain inescapability
to this phenomenon of everything.
i’ve come to love this thing
that follows me wherever i go
and never leaves me quite alone.
this thing from which i hide
my darkest secrets and yet keeps me
from the scope of my shame.
any good friend would do that
and i guess i don’t mind a friend
who is truly always there.