Poetic Form 41: Contrapuntal

All the World

It feels like the weight of the world

is strapped to me like a backpack

that someone has tighten the straps

so tight they dig into my armpits

The moon is a spotlight

And I am on stage

At the end of my driveway

I can’t shake the weight of the world

around to a comfortable spot

or remove my arms from the pack

without dislocating my shoulders

My audience is every star in the galaxy

The crickets my orchestra

So I trudge forward with the weight of the world

But I never received the script

For this show and the moon is out

Casting light on my spot

sighing like Robert Frost

at the fork in the road as others

pass me by, laughing in groups

And I don’t know which way is stage right

Poetic Form #41: Contrapuntal

A contrapuntal poem intertwines two (or more) separate poems into a single
new poem. The traditional format is using one line of poem A, then a 
corresponding line in poem B from start to finish, but you can combine them
in different ways. I took the creative liberty of messing with the form.

Poem A: “Weight of the world” - available in my book From My Years.

Poem B: “The Moon is a Spotlight” - Unpublished.

Poetry Challenge Day 25: Remix

*The prompt today was to remix a poem in some way from the challenge so far.

Last Line

I am awake again, just before the witching hour

The house filled with sounds of slumber

a fan

a radio

and the troubling thoughts in my heart

My mind turns to the written word, 

the poetic muse is stretching in the darkness

Robert Frost once said that a poem should end in wisdom

I think back to the lines this month I’ve written:

… same as this new world

Like we will live forever

...both father and son

You will read the same

Of a room I built for myself

LOVE is…

A sonnet written...

He prayed as her voice faded away

I dream of better days…

Here on earth

...Nobody called.

...For this poet, it cuts like a knife.

“could be someone, be someone, be someone”

My skin warming in their hugs

I’m unsure if Frost would approve

All my words are mirrors for others to see

a reflection of our moments,

shared through my wisdom

The darkness swirls my pain with doubt

Tomorrow will take another day from me

I bring my legs underneath me

as fear makes my chest cold

Tomorrow is another day to my

last line