Monday, April 27, 2015

A Knight of Pluto's Heart - NaPoWriMo 27/30

After today, there will only be 3 days of NaPoWriMo left. YIKES. That's very not okay with me. I've been having more fun this month than any other NaPo I've participated in. I think I want to take this experience and apply it to the rest of my year, more strictly than ever before. I may not write a poem within a day every day, but I at least need to do some writing every day. This has been too awesome to let the momentum slip away in divided interests. Get some poetry written EVERY DAY. Hut hut hike!

Anyway, as for today's poem, I made an effort to make up for yesterday's inopportune-burp of a persona poem. So, today I have another persona poem for you, this time dipping into Final Fantasy IX to lend voice to the unspoken romance of everyone's favorite armor-clad hothead: Adelbert Steiner, captain of the Knights of Pluto, as he once and for all musters the courage to address his feelings for General Beatrix.


A Knight of Pluto's Heart

If this breastplate wert fingertip and palm instead of steel—
thy hand a pallid rose against the cactuar of my chest—
thou wouldst know at last the cadence of the one appeal
I never dared untether from its place beneath my breast—
how it 'gan to fracture when thou shookest Save the Queen,
and how it splintered further at the scores of mage-black scorn
thou pouredst, to sand from Lindblum and the grotto in between
…from out the devilry of those bastards Zorn and Thorn.
And yet, more than any sorrow, in this chested treasure thou
wouldst find a song, an orchestra of firework and lyre
for the dream, by star long-deterred, which star now doth allow:
my hand accepted by she alone whose every breath is a choir:

Beatrix, the hand swearing to land and love with mine,
thou art the dawn which giveth Alexandria its shine.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Check-In - NaPoWriMo 26/30

Today's prompt from NaPoWriMo was what I've been doing for a good while: the persona poem!

And in an ironic turn of events, it would be today, with that prompt, that saw me turn out a poem I'm unhappy with. Oh well. They can't all be winners (or, this could be great, but I don't have the time/energy to make it so). Enjoy my WWE-themed persona poem...


Oh, another resident!
On behalf of our founder Mr. Lesnar himself,
let me welcome you
to the Suplex City Inn!

It was the Yelp reviews, right?
Whoever Paul H. Is,
we've been booked to the gills
since he started talking us up.

Looks like you're up on 5, room 9,
and you actually won't need a key.
We do things a little differently
at Suplex City Inn.

You'll see a leather-and-cloth mat
pinned to the center of the door.
Simply throw your best shoulder into it
and it should trigger the door's lock.

We have heard that it can take a few slams
for the sensors to trip and let you in,
but just think of the tingling in your arms
as a souvenir of your time at Suplex City Inn.

We've also had some complaints about the smell,
with some past patrons
apparently failing to appreciate
our particular musk,

but if you like blue cheese or sandalwood,
you'll love it!
We strive to make every visit as unforgettable as possible,
and the regional scent matters at Suplex City Inn.

We don't allow any pets,
and you'll see there's no TV,
but if you're looking for some damp-mop amusement,
you're booked right next to Roman Reigns!

And I'm pretty sure John Cena
is booked down the hall again
(but then again, he more or less
lives at Suplex City Inn).

So, though we don't issue check-out dates,
we hope you see your time here as a win.
(And personally, I can't wait to tell my friends
that Daniel Bryan just checked in at Suplex City Inn!)

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Clerihew of the Seeker - NaPoWriMo 25/30

How are we down to the last five days already? I'm sad to see it go!

Today's prompt at sounded really fun, encouraging us to write a clerihew, which is a humorous, satirical quatrain about a person, usually a famous person or celebrity. Following that, I bring a clerihew about an actor/musician who I just love to hate (and I mean that in the most endearing way possible, really)...Craig Horner, co-star of fantasy-trainwreck Legend of the Seeker, and fledgling neo-grunge beach-bum busker.

Clerihew of the Seeker

Craig Horner,
his sword retired to a corner,
made the change from knight to bard,
found hitting notes thrice as hard.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Percussion - NaPoWriMo 24/30

Not much of a prompt for today's poem, other than a rainy midday drive with my wife. Hope your month has been, and continues to be, fantastic.


The effect of rain
                           on windshield,
how its convex
can so easily
adopt the dimples
of hammered bronze,
           a dashboard cymbal
treasuring the quiet
of never meeting
                            its partner.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

5 Haiku for Kratos - NaPoWriMo 23/30

For day 23, another Thursday, I have five more haiku - this time about that Playstation All-Star with a pantheon's worth of blood on his hands: Kratos, from God of War. (Question though: if you've been following these haiku, do you prefer them with or without the numbers? Do you think they detract from the flow?)


5 Haiku for Kratos

The man who quails at
hands extracting their solace
has not lost enough.

Olympus, its flies—
however crowned—are still flies,
and will die as such.

Helios, the glow
known to warm mountains, best a
headlamp bled of light.

Minotaur and god:
so varied in lot, so like
when ripped inside out.

The temple that burns,
the worship shrunk to sorrow—
a great place to start.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The Kingdom of Dreams and Madness - NaPoWriMo 22/30

Talk about last possible second...geeeez.

Well, here is today's (tonight's?) poem, as influenced by the prompt:
And now for (as always, optional) prompt! Today is Earth Day, so I would like to challenge you to write a “pastoral” poem. Traditionally, pastoral poems involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields, but yours can really just be a poem that engages with nature. One great way of going about this is simply to take a look outside your window, or take a walk around a local park. What’s happening in the yard and the trees? What’s blooming and what’s taking flight?
Following that prompt, here is something in tribute to both nature and Studio Ghibli, whose animated films capture the world with a vivacity and lushness more organic than anything else I've ever seen.

The Kingdom of Dreams and Madness
(named for the Studio Ghibli documentary)

A forest of a tree playing its woodwinds for the moon.
A honeysuckled hillside,
made an audience for the clouds crossing the sky.
Nature, it wasn't a camera lens
that was most faithful with your worship—
the parades of tendril and blossom,
fire and brook,
never to be found as sumptuous or sacred
as this. Thickets too deep and green
for their boughs to not house deities,
their rain-on-bamboo beatitudes.
The garden-gnawed cottage
where witches mix their tinctures
and dream of what sea breeze smells like.
Moss furring its way across stone faces while
a streetside buffet of bacon, yakisoba, and egg shows
what pot-bellied magic a grill can do to your beauty.
The scenes
that drip from this palette, from Ghibli's pens and paint,
are a majesty
truer than what the eye is keen to glean from your
paper-scaled leviathans, your groves of nested sentinels.
Between goldfish and the jelly of their crowns,
an unveiling. Between old farmhouse attics
and the way you dance your dust around them,
something remembered. Between
oak leaves and the creek being sailed beneath them,
between sea foam and its turtle-shell shoreline,
between furnace and raven, between hot spring and tin,
between antler and firefly and star—a lens
held to that flowering thing outside
we've come to only know by a name.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Tablecloth Crucible - NaPoWriMo 21/30

Today, I felt drawn to the prompt to write an erasure:
Our prompt for today (optional, as always) is an old favorite – the erasure! This involves taking a pre-existing text and blacking out or erasing words, while leaving the placement of the remaining words intact. One easy way to get started is just to photocopy a page from a book or magazine, and black out words. Or you can copy a text into Microsoft Word, and turn the words you don’t want white. Erasures can feel almost like a game – carving new poems out of old texts like carving statues from blocks of marble — and so they take some of the anxiety out of writing. They can also lead to surprising new ideas, as the words of the original text are given new contexts.
I had originally planned to pull a page from Clive Barker's Cabal (which I'm currently reading), but couldn't find any choppable blocks of text that weren't embedded into an image. So, instead I pulled a blog post from Pastry Studio and went to town on that (which resulted in something about 500% more gore-free than I'm sure anything based on Cabal would have). Not sure what to make of it...but, it was fun. So at least there was that.

Tablecloth Crucible

Spring and summer are               rustic                                              fresh fruit
                                                                                        as we head into this

pandowdy. This
                                                                                                            broken up
and pushed down into

                               kind of   cross                                                          perfect


                                                                          a recipe for

                                                                           an extra note of luxury,    a dollop
of                                              vanilla ice.