Tracy Plath

  • Thank you, it was a lot of fun–the prompting word for me was folderol, and it rolled on from there. I figured the message would become clear at the end for those who stuck with it.

  • Thank you so much for this! You always know just what to say. I’ve missed you and your words as well. The poem was very much about disassociation, as it’s how I’ve felt for the last year. Being in a limbo situation and not knowing what our next steps should be nor how to get there has been more than a little difficult. Now that we’re finally on…[Read more]

  • Thanks very much!

  • Cliques, athletes, and loners
    brains, jocks, and losers,
    when graduation came
    we were all the same.

    After years of segregating
    splitting and separating,
    at the very end
    we all blended again.

    Yet the […]

    • I love the cadence and the slowing at the end, as two meld together!

    • Saki replied 8 months ago

      We never know what or where the circles of our lives will close or around who. Nicely done.

  • I was a wild child,
    twigs in my hair
    and the wind under my feet.

    I could not be contained
    within four walls,
    aching to run and be free.

    Animals, birds, and bugs
    were my companions
    and my […]

    • What a beautiful moment in the poem:
      “curled like a deer in a hollow,
      silent and dappled in shade.”
      I found the ending to this enchanting!

  • Vines now cover the once shining city,
    walls of greenery over concrete.
    Owls nest in parking garages,
    hawks on skyscrapers,
    bald eagles on the shores of park ponds.
    Deer graze in door gardens,
    run to seed […]

  • Would that I could become my own totem,
    a fantastical blend of all traits I admire
    in one creature, new to the earth.

    I would have the stoicism and steadfast strength
    of the bear, shuffling through my days […]

  • In my youth, there was sometimes beauty,
    a grace of form unmarred by lines,
    skin tight to the flesh and muscle well defined,
    hair curling and furled down to a waist
    a mere eighteen inches, spanned easily
    by […]

  • I hover behind the bodies
    of traveling friends, at peace
    and waiting within.

    I am here,
    I reassure myself,
    buoyed by their blind support.

    None turn back,
    but their love is pervasive
    just the […]

  • Dear Jane,

    How I wish you were here
    to have an afternoon tea,
    make sly commentary
    on the women surrounding us,
    their transparent wiles
    and winning ways:
    such a penetrating gaze
    you leveled at our small […]

  • I peer over the shoulders
    of strangers, a tourist
    in my own body.

    Am I here?
    I ask myself,
    nonexistent until noticed.

    No one turns back,
    meets my gaze,
    and sheepishly glances away.

    Their attention […]

    • My dear friend! I hope your travels are going safely. It was lovely to see that you were able to participate for a little while. I started late this time out (I wasn’t going to participate but a person just can’t let the marathon happen without needing to be in..right?) so I didn’t get a chance to join the Some Poets group.

      This piece is, I would have to admit, my favorite piece of yours: ” a tourist in my own body,” is only one of the many pieces of this poem that made me hold my breath. I feel that these days, so much.

      The rest of the images suggest it is about someone who is spirit now but it feels, too, like someone who is disassociated from the physical world, even though they are “alive.”

      Thank you for this. I have missed your words.

      Safe travels, my friend. I will be thinking of you and sending you lots of love to keep everyone safe.

      • Thank you so much for this! You always know just what to say. I’ve missed you and your words as well. The poem was very much about disassociation, as it’s how I’ve felt for the last year. Being in a limbo situation and not knowing what our next steps should be nor how to get there has been more than a little difficult. Now that we’re finally on our way home, I’m feeling a bit more peace. Though I couldn’t do the whole marathon, I had to at least participate as much as possible. Thank you so much for reaching out, and lots of love to you as well.

  • As though the cells of my body
    have transitioned to another place,
    translated into a future me
    I do not yet recognize,
    my mind stumbles clumsily behind,
    aching to be reunited.

    I float within this […]

  • In the beginning,
    there was only you,
    wrapped entirely round
    each other, melding
    flesh in sweat soaked
    bliss, burning fire
    twisting through
    crystalline ice,
    warm and one.

    The end evolved,
    no drama nor […]

  • Parched and twisted,
    my mind reflected the desert
    surrounding me this last year,
    emptied and lost.

    The sun there scorches
    and thins all it touches,
    a child’s plastic rattle
    half buried in the ocher […]

    • Really liked this sequence of associations: sun scorches and thins
      all it touches, a child’s
      plastic rattle half buried
      in the ocher dust
      shattered in my hand

      Well done, Tracy!

  • Hogwash, hokum, horsefeathers,
    hooey and humbuggery,
    tarradiddle, trash, twaddle,
    tommyrot and tomfoolery:

    Don’t give me your
    blatherskite, blarney or bunkum,
    I’m through with your senseless
    trumpery.

    • Ok, you got me! I was unsure until the last word, which tied it all together. Spot on!

    • I did the first half of the half-marathon so I didn’t get to do the later prompts. Love what you did with this – had me holding on until the end – clever and powerful! I also love all the words you used – you must have had a great time going through the dictionary. Fun play with alliteration!

      • Thank you, it was a lot of fun–the prompting word for me was folderol, and it rolled on from there. I figured the message would become clear at the end for those who stuck with it.

  • I fully understand your sentiment, and am really glad to hear you’ve got a good path toward having the anthology after all. Any thoughts on when in June we’re looking at having the marathon? I only ask because Sara and I will be moving our whole family of seven to Indiana in late June and would hate to miss out on it.

  • Hi! I think all that you mention here is more than reasonable–the anthology is a cherry on top of the marathon experience that’s a financial and time expense for the both of you. I don’t know how you feel about this, but I know I personally would be willing to pay a nominal fee to participate in the marathon this year. You could base the fee on…[Read more]

  • Thanks so much for the commentary, it’s like a gift in my inbox. I’m a Nordic transplant to the desert southwest, a Viking in the desert, so it seemed natural to blend the two backgrounds’ trickster mythologies. You’re absolutely right–the desert has a nighttime magic all its own.

  • Thanks very much! This prompt was difficult for me, so I ended up converting a short story idea I had into a poem.

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