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December Dailies – Day 18 – Clogyrnach doesn’t lend itself to a clever title…

For my birthday I really wanted to sleep in and be lazy all day. As such, this poem, a Clogyrnach, is not my favorite poem but it fits the form. I think it could probably use some work, but we will get to that another day.

I actually wrote quite a bit today, but nothing felt “publishable” at this point. maybe soon.

So here goes a Clogyrnach:

Untitled Clogyrnach

Waking up to a bright new day
Have lots to do and things to say
Breathing into life
Sharp words like a knife
Cut through strife
A new way

©2021 Tim Geoghegan All rights reserved. 

Cheers!

December Dailies – Day 17 – Tired ideas.

I am tired. It has been a long week. I am going to bed and this is what I have on the page for today.

The rain, falls in the doorway...
the opening through which I peer 
into the vacant yard, void of life
filling up with wet and miserable gray

Cheers…

December Dailies – Day 16 – Deconstruction

Sometimes I write a poem and after sitting with it for awhile I rip it up and see what I can salvage…

This is a poem that WAS finished, but NOW is being deconstructed to be remade into something new and hopefully better.

Also, this is what you get when I lose track of time, get tired and need to do something. A deconstruction of a finished poem.

Tear it down...

I remember 
Walking in the sand and sun.
Had I considered your lovely face


the reality Looking  
In my mind with a happy smile

Back then I never considered
they never end.heart

Now looking back I wonder how
Those times might end so soon
Maybe it would have been different.

In the darkness
you stroll out of my life 
when You were good for me 
but was I for you?
But I continue Happily 
And so it seems we’ll never know.

 to remember.
think on           our moments.
 light       at

Laughing on a rainy afternoon

©2021 Tim Geoghegan All rights reserved.

Cheers!

December Dailies – Day 15 – Birthdays after 45… A couple cinquains.

Well… It’s my birthday month and I feel like I’m not getting enough free food from the restaurants I enjoy. Ah well, after 45 it also seems like eating too much takes a greater toll on the body. This is the reality, life is pretty good, but it’s also a sometimes gentle, downhill slope from here.

Cinquains are five line poems that take various characteristics based on the whims of the poet. Today, I give you a syllable count cinquain and a word count cinquain connected by a theme (sorta).

Enjoy:

words and wishes

Dying
To live fully,
Chasing more than money...
Searching for meaning in chaos.
This life.

Life
Goes on…
In the event of
My too untimely death…
Persist

©2021 Tim Geoghegan All rights reserved

Cheers…

December Dailies – Day 14 – If you call I will answer…

Earlier in the week I was reading about the idea of call and response poems and songs. There are apparently forms of poetry designed around the idea of a call and a response two characters, perhaps even two poets…

I think it would be fun to write a few call and response poems with another poet. If you are interested in playing around with that idea with me… leave a comment.

So, without following anything prescribed with regard to form, I give you a call and response poem like thing. I think it can get better…

Wakeless waltzing.

I often dream…
we dance
well into the night.
I wake… and feel
The constant dragging,
lingering, longing…

Our dreams are alike
Yours and mine. 
The time we share
in the dark...
Dancing until dawn
while holding on. 

©2021 Tim Geoghegan All rights reserved

Thanks to those of you who responded directly about enjoying the blitz or other poems. I appreciate the notes.

Cheers!

December Dailies – Day 13 – Blitzin’

Not talking about the reindeer. I’ve done blitz poems before and I have found them to be more difficult than you might assume when you read the description. It’s a 50 line poem and no punctuation which appealed to me tonight… 3 hours ago. Why did this take three hours? I have no idea.

Read on, my friends:

Stop and Change

Stop to rest
Stop and meditate
Meditate for a minute
Meditate all night
Night falls early
Night and day
Day by day
Day of the dead
Dead battery
Dead end
End of the road
End of the line
Line by line
Line of fire
Fire in the hole
Fire it up
Up to the sky
Up and over
Over and over
Over the rainbow
Rainbow bridge
Rainbow colors
Colors of the world
Colors in nature
Nature calls
Nature renews
Renews itself
Renews your mind
Mind your step
Mind the master
Master a trade
Master of the house
House your collections
House your family
Family and friends
Family practice
Practice patience
Practice constantly
Constantly seeking
Constantly looking back
Back to the beginning
Back to life
Life lingers
Life finds a way
Way to go
Way to be
Be good to people
Be the change
Change 
People

©2021 Tim Geoghegan All rights reserved

So, here’s the thing… after popping this in the text block and rereading it, I actually like it more than I did when I initially finished it. The most interesting thing is how it reflects things I have written about in my journal and other places ver the last several weeks. That was not entirely intentional, but it happened. It makes sense. A blitz is really about what is on your mind. This is a tidbit of that for you to do with as you will

Cheers!

December Dailies – Day 12 – Hmmm… this is difficult this year.

I am back with an other poem to share. It’s a Waka, a Japanese form that consists of five lines with a 57577 syllable count. The first two lines stand alone, the second two do as well and the third line can stand alone or relate to the two lines before it. Yeah, clear as mud. I know.

This year the writing isn’t like it has been in previous years. It’s not necessarily harder, but the ideas aren’t flowing and often I lose interest in them fairly quickly. The poems I share are what survives that weird cycle.

Anyway, I suppose it is normal to have difficult writing times. All is not lost. Once again I have something to share. It is what it is, so… enjoy.

Aaaand they're off...

There is no answer
to the last letter he wrote.
She sips mint juleps
in a kentucky saloon.
The horses don’t care at all.

©2021 Tim Geoghegan All rights reserved.

Cheers!

December Dailies – Day 11 – Think you kouta done better? Prove it.

Heh! The Kouta form is a Japanese quatrain that is constrained by a specific syllable count. According to Robert Lee Brewer there are two styles which you can read about in his post here. My third quatrain is a third twist on things. It’s probably not original as ideas go, but let’s think… what really is anymore?

While originality is often questionable, I can guarantee that the topic is taken directly from my own experience today. I am happy to say both the bird and the cat survived.

Here goes nothing…

Hit and Run

Daylight is fading quickly,
rain falls, torrential...
wind howling from the southwest.
Winter storm arrives.

Bird returning to her nest
caught up in a frightful gust
slammed into a window pane.
Cat is wide awake.

Looking out the window
perhaps hoping for a meal.
Nothing appealing
holds his short attention span. 


©2021 Tim Geoghegan. All rights reserved. 

Cheers!

PS. My Titles are just what pop in my head. I seriously don’t spend much time on the titles. Feel free to suggest something better.

December Dailies – Day 10 – It’s day ten and I’m practicing zen…

Practicing zen? No.But I am drinking water and not using a prescribed poetic form today. I thought, “What could I do that would be different and interesting… to me?” POOF! (It, maybe, wasn’t instantaneous…) An idea was born.

I took a topic I bumbled across and I wrote it into 3 tercets of 8 syllables each followed by 4 Quatrains of 8 syllables each.

Why tercets and quatrains? I just liked the idea of three stanzas of three lines each, followed by 4 stanzas of four lines each. It may not even be an original idea, but I haven’t seen it before, that I can recall. It’s interesting to me.

Why 8 syllables per line? Why not? I am conscious that I wasn’t paying much mind to the meter other than syllable count. I don’t care how the stresses fell. I kinda thought the poem fells a little more zen-like, experimental, and jazzy. Maybe it’s all just dumb. Whatever. Don’t like it? Get your own blog or follow someone who likes following rules and coloring inside the lines.

So, here it is:

Plain talk

Sometimes I see when poetry
does not seem to have clarity
that straight talk alone may impart.

Perhaps a real thought so expressed
With a few clear words, black and white
Lacking false technicolor.

No obscurity in meaning
No dandy words convoluting
Flagging  in the poet’s bluster.

Like when I say, “Do Ya wanna”
then you reply simply, “I would…”
and the doubtful me then portends
a virtual “but” in the air.

Looking back three hours later 
To when I stop and consider 
The invisible “but” may be
An unspoken yes, then unseen. 

I think I should have said, “Will you?”
The answer to which is more clear.
Precisely Yes Please, or Hell no, 
where I would know what to do next. 

But unthinking as I can be
I let it sit for much too long
I acknowledge I may have missed
A chance to spend some time with you.


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Cheers!

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