So far for National Poetry Writing Month, I’ve done a haiku-ish poem I like to think of as a like-ku, a parody, and some found poetry that led to a poem I found genuinely startling (did I really write a breakfast cereal called Jezebel Crunch that had little crunchy bits shaped like her hands and feet? Yes. Yes I did.)
So now let’s try some lines for a verse play, called Headache Weather. And then let’s see if I come back to it after today.
Just driving in the driving rain
my elbows up around my ears,
I thought, “This is the kind of day
that I call ‘headache weather’
because I get these migraines
I don’t call migraines.
I figure calling them that
gives them power I don’t want
my headaches to have. Words
and names and utterance,
they all can make things
really real. Real as birds.
Not really a verse play yet, just one voice speaking. Hm.