Today’s prompt asks us to “write a poem about a specific place—a particular house or store or school or office. Try to incorporate concrete details, like street names, distances (“three and a half blocks from the post office”), the types of trees or flowers, the color of the shirts on the people you remember there. Little details like this can really help the reader imagine not only the place, but its mood—and can take your poem to weird and wild places.” ~ NaPoWriMo, Day 2
My Muse has left me for greener pastures, so I dusted up an old fragment and tried to breathe some life into it. It’s all I’ve got today, folks. Not sure it comes close to describing a place, but–if you squint your eyes hard enough… I don’t know. Maybe.
PS–Most of the poems written this April will remain online for up to five days, after which they will be replaced by an excerpt, an erasure, or a thoroughly amateurish art piece that will only allow for bits of the original poem to peek through. At least, this is the plan. The reason being that, at some point, in the hopefully not too distant future, these drafts will undergo revision and begin their multiple-year pilgrimage through the slush piles of many a literary journal. So help me, O Muse.
PPS–Since five days have already passed, the original poem has been replaced by an erasure. No trees have been harmed in the process. All the words in this erasure come from the original poem and follow one another in the original order, but occupy a different place on the page.
Poetry from the trenches, Day 2