Day 6 PAD 2023

This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.

“Winter’s Exit”

The rot of winter folds into
the wind, warm and wet with renew.
My bones ache. Weight of dreams pulling muscles
like memories screaming.

The song of robins are not loud
enough to drown out the rain clouds.
My skin tingles from the lightning strike,
godlike in wrath and spite.

Burning of my sin fills the air
with the darkness found in nightmares.
The sun scratches the ground, a single stem,
a gem for spring’s new crown.


Poetic Form: Byr a Thoddaid

Poetic Form 57: Anagrammatic Poetry

 Depression

I open prisons

in deep sessions

pressed in sin

I rope prose

I pen depression

See, no one

rides 

or sends

roses 

I spin desire

on spines

open sneers

a siren 

resends pride

on poison Id

I ponder

in deep sessions

open prisons

Poetic Form #57: Anagrammatic Poetry

Anagrammatic poetry uses words that come from the letters found only in the title. 

That means you can use a letter more than the number of times it appears in the word.

 For example, if you only have one “E” you can still use the word “been”.

 

Poetic Form 53: The Bop

Sins of a Son

Watching days collect like pennies in a jar,

I wonder if you remember my smile

or that day skipping rocks across the river.

I can still feel the pride of a touchdown catch,

ball sailing from your hand in the backyard.

There were not many days like that one.

Your sins ricochet through my life.

No son is perfect, neither are their fathers.

Every child discovers a path to follow,

but we forget that the backpack was filled

before we left the house. A weight already

on our shoulders. I’ve tried cleaning out the

bottom of mine, but I keep finding empty beer

cans that meant so much to you. In the corners

I do find a few torn pieces of happiness.

Your sins ricochet through my life.

Maybe it is a character flaw in my heart,

or an unwillingness to find a new pack,

but I find it hard not to scrounge the pockets,

hoping for a note or memento from you.

I only find silence that sounds like your voice

on the line so many years ago, when I took a new path.

Your sins ricochet through my life.

Poetic Form #53: The Bop

The Bop is a poetic form developed by poet Afaa Michael Weaver at a Cave Canem

summer retreat. The Bop has three stanzas. Each stanza is followed by a refrain. The

first stanza is six lines and presents a problem. The second stanza is eight lines and

expands the problem. The third stanza is six lines and either presents a solution or

documents the failed attempt at resolving the problem.