24 FebJournal 6

Prompt # 3

We used to drive till we found
a new hiding spot along the York river.
We used your fuzzy blanket
you kept in the back of your car.
We used to pack picnic lunches
of precious Chick-fil-a, laughing wildly.
We used to curl up and wish upon stars
and whisper lovely thoughts into each others ears.

You used to rock me gently
through every piercing panic attack.
You used to bring me Earl Grey
and draw a steaming bubble bath.
You used to hand me a single rose at the beginning of the day
forcing me to carry it sticking out of my backpack for everyone to see.
You used to know that would bring a sweet smile to my face
and would smile knowing that my freckles scrunched because of your actions.

I used to try to knit every stitch of our memories together
to build a foundation for our lives.
I used to think that it wouldn’t unravel
and change into something different.
I used to wonder how you could not see
the unhappiness in my fake smile.
I used to hope that you could hear my pleas
so it wouldn’t come to an end.

16 FebJournal 5

Cento- Goodbye

Okay. The storm stopped pounding.
Had you entered that afternoon,
I might have had to say more.
We could’ve been mistaken for a married couple.
The house wants to fall down,
moonlight streams in the window.
I look over my own shoulder,
you sit two feet away
I know more now the I did once.
Goodbye was the end of every story we know.

 

Bruce Weigl, Li-Young Lee, Alberto Rios, Linda Gregg, Linda Hogan, Philip Levine, Al Zolynas, Ai, Linda Pastan, and Martha  Collins.

10 FebJournal 4

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.

In this version I tried to make every line enjambed. I think that because of the enjambment this poem reads smoother and flows.

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.

In this version all the lines are end stopped creating a choppy feel when reading the poem. I think that by doing this type of lineation it becomes more monotone rather than singing.

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.

In this version I tried to enjamb most lines to create a slow reading of the poem. I think that because I chopped up the sentences  it is a little more fluid and forces the reader to slow down.

03 FebJournal 3

Simile Experiment Version 1
July 3rd, 2015
I am on the phone. The boy on the other side and I
are whispering back and forth.
The cold, speckled linoleum floor ached under my feet
like an old rotten tree screams as it falls.
Mom yelps a hidden sob
from the other side of the wall,
like a fox who has just lost it’s pup.
My heart leaps as I say to him “I gotta go.”
like a doe running for it’s life
across black and yellow pavement.
I hurriedly tug on his jacket as I hear a bubbled shout for my dad,
like soft petals drowning in a  rushing stream.
Emma follows me down the hall,
fear in her lightly colored eyes
like a black bear cub chases after its mother.
We find her in a puddle of trauma and loss,
like the remains of an ancient forest gone aflame.
Every movement, emotion felt
is etched in my memory
with such vivid color.

Simile Experiment Version 2
July 3rd, 2015
I am on the phone. The boy on the other side and I
are whispering back and forth.
The cold, speckled linoleum floor aches under my feet,
as if it were the weather-worn wooden ramp I see out the window.
Mom yelps a hidden sob
from the other side of the wall,
like she is in a deep, dank cavern, lost.
My heart leaps as I say to him “I gotta go.”
as if it were a ballerina having a bad rehearsal.
I hurriedly tug on his jacket as I hear a bubbled shout for my dad,
like the tea kettle
screaming for attention every morning.
Emma follows me down the hall,
fear in her lightly colored eyes
like she is in a haunted attic
sprinkled with cobwebs and seeing quick flashes of light.
We find her in a puddle of trauma and loss,
as if the morning was the chaos of
a battlefield.
Every movement, emotion felt
is etched in my memory
with such vivid color.

27 JanJournal 2

Journal 2

Sweet baby Jesus on a bicycle!
My brain hums with displeasure
with a flashback to a face plant into Ball Circle.
Stars are between one and ten billion years old
but, I am young as a bright spark that creates a flame.
My bones crack and my nerves inflame.
Who knew every cell would scream?
“All she does is Snapchat pictures of dogs at the animal shelter,”
I want this brash, shrill voiced barista to stop chattering on.
I wish I could read for living
with kittens that curls in a fluffy roll
perched next to me on a step stool.
I’m so done.
Minutes are tugged away by wearing work and pestering pain.
I am allergic to cats.
“Why aren’t you normal?” I scream.
Thoughts are in a chaos like junk
in my Aunt Amy’s grimy garage.
My memories, ideas, images are a wild storm.
I can’t stop swirling worries around
In my highlighted head.
Metaphors, similes, and word craft
flow together when written by Taylor Swift.
Sparkling stars light up my brain,
go catch them.

Sophia Geron

 

 

20 JanJournal 1

Taste: honey, chai, peppermint, caramel mocha, citrus, garlic, dirt, maple, black tea, metal, sulfur, vanilla, spinach, funnel cake, raw, leather
Touch- prickly, slimy, foamy, cotton, squish, yarn, grimy, scaley, quilted, papery, fluffy,  static, slippery, scrape, burn
Smell- lavender, Hershey Kisses, peanut butter, gasoline, fume, snow, lilacs, mothballs, old books, nail polish, pine, paper mill (very distinct smell),  campfire, raunchy, cocoa butter
Hearing- crackle, pop, click, crunch, whisper, moan, growl, strums, scratch,  corn growing, clomp, heartbeat, hum, spray, shatter
Sight- moonlight, sparkle, glare, floral, white lace, bookshelves, tea kettles, porcelain, stationary, sea-green, spinning wheel, creek, porch swing, party, champagne bubbles
Action/Motion- swish, twitch, leap, pirouette, waterfall, steam, jump, swig, bit, twist, screw, type, write, wrap, snuggle, bundle, bloom
Abstractions- worship, clairvoyant,  dreams
Anything Else- lovely, Lake Sherwood, libraries, purl, knit, twenty-two, dried flowers


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