national poetry month
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RUST, AND OTHER INEVITABILITIES paper cut on a cardboard boxdandelions’ fluff in the garden bedsour milk forgotten in the fridgemoisture caught in the bread bagupended toy chests piles of books on the floorthe way a body sags towards its endgray streaks our hairdaffodils coming up in green pointsrain on the dry earththe rewilding of once-manicured…
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SNIPER ON THE ROOF OF THE STUDENT UNION A rifle at this distance is a weapon refractingsun like a disco ball, trigger curves as clouds doin a cloudless skysights make meters smallwhere bodies could openlike sunflowers on the green at one signal. Who taughtyou to love what you do?A prayer circle becomesa red target, a…
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I have been keeping up with the daily poems on my threads account @ poetamsd_ but I’ll share some of my favorites below. A BOUQUET OF LIGHTNING To grab the sky in a hurricanerain paints sorrow on your armsthunderous applause in a heartbeat waiting for a gathering flashveins pump new electrical work connect you to…
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CONNECTIONSHold me til I’m fulllike the porridge too hotfor Goldilocks, orthe zone we hope alienslive out their unknowndays. Be my harborslicked in oil and rainbowsfull of dark scaleson the backs of carphoping for bread. I’ll light youup like tinder in my firepit. Table discussiontil tomorrow. The night’sso sweet.
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Two Poems inspired from prompts on Threads (Amy Kay Poetry and Octavia Knight Poetry). IN PRAISE OF the small feat of my bodythe growing aroundlike a blanketwrapped in dark bloodtwice the seams sewn insidecreating new someonesfor the world. LOVING YOU WAS HONEYCOMB stung on the palmas I reached for yourcells sweet stickyburden on the tongueheft…
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Today I wanted to share Cuyahoga County Library’s last day of Read+Write April, which features my friend Katie Mertz! I hope that you all had a beautiful and fruitful poetry month! Happy writing and happy warm weather soon.
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Another morning shifts into view like frost receding from rooftops, the unexpected cold of April’s end. The sheets are warm with your body, the imprint next to me where your hand pressed the mattress. Now entropy. I have to leave this space and wake the baby. I finger the edge of the comforter will-less to…
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Happy earth day! Let’s talk aubade. Also known as the dawn song, the aubade greets the morning with joy and grieves the loss of the night. It flows from the darkness into the brightness of dawn, remembering the togetherness of night between lovers. The poem comes from as earliest as the twelfth century, but the…
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Sliver of the icicle from a clogged gutter in April, wind like a spray // of water, biting raw our cheeks and hands held to pray. A rolling over in my belly, again. You awaken like spring // should be. Up with the hyacinths and daffodils opening petals to pray. Sticky fingers in my hair,…
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The ghazal! An Arabic poetic form originating from the 7th century that relies on repetition and lingers between the pain of loss and the beauty of love despite the loss. It’s absolutely gorgeous, but incredibly difficult to pull off in English. ghazals must have at least five rhyming couplets or bayts and can have as…
Amanda Stovicek D'Alessandro 