Fake
striving for authenticity
but feeling like a
mannequin
randomly found in the
middle of the woods
banging out a song with no audience
and with no legs to run away
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I’m Amy in my late forties married 28 years with an 18 year old daughter. I live in the Texas Hill Country in a suburb outside of Austin. This is my fourth year to participate in the half poetry marathon. This will be the second year my writing partner will participate with me. I love the community, the challenge, the prompts—all of it! My styles include free verse, prose poetry, haiku, and found poetry aka black out poetry, remix, erasure poetry—random words from a cited source to create an original poem. I consider myself as satirical, playful, full of whimsy, and depth depending on what I’m writing. Both the classics and contemporary are among my favorite poets. Some of my favorite poets include in no particular order: Rumi, Tagore, Hasif, Mary Oliver, Whitman, Ross Gay, Alice Walker, Sylvia Plath, Shel Silverstein, Rilke, TS Eliot, Poe, Ginsberg, Ada Limon, Joy Harjo, Lucille Clifton, and the list can go on and on. I hope to maybe create a chap book. Or at least have fun nonetheless.
Fake
striving for authenticity
but feeling like a
mannequin
randomly found in the
middle of the woods
banging out a song with no audience
and with no legs to run away
Symphonic Sway
Magenta flowers in symphonic sway
A symphony of visual Grace
Missing the Pause
…Miles to go before I sleep
the days merging
into fast forward
with very little Pause
Pause to be still
Pause for silence
Pause to breathe
Today I relish the chance of living in the
Pause—
For how many unknown miles to go before I sleep
Graced with an Awakening
to the Pause
The text for “miles to go before I sleep”
Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt and Company, LLC
Underwater dreams with Freudian themes—
threatening survival;
Stolen from ancient texts on subconscious theory
Underwater dreams with Freudian themes—
Remnants from
the known occasional visitor—
Once again;
Mother themes—
reclining
on the therapy couch
to analyze and make sense
of the nonsensical;
Underwater dreams with Freudian themes.