"Today," says Mr. or Ms. NaPoWriMo, "today I challenge you to write an abecedarian poem – a poem with a structure derived from the alphabet."
Well, okay, I will, but first I have to acknowledge that I did not post a poem yesterday. Yesterday we drove from Vancouver to Castlegar and it was more important to revel in the beinghomeness of things than to figure out who to make a visual poem. The drive was beautiful, by the way. A crazy lack of snow on the high passes.
Okay, Abecedarian poem, here I come.
A way in.
Because you can,
even though it's
divisive what-is/what-isn't that
epitomizes poetry these days.
Frankly, I'd rather pluck chickens,
or scoop up dog turds that were missed
by their owners at the park.
in some cases, Great God, you can't imagine the
hell of it, such a job.
I would rather...
rather...I would rather not. Wait,
just wait, for the
kink, for the kindness,
lip sync love in all it's
neutralize the negative,
or high five the
quirks in the quicksand
relying on something,
someone, somewhere, to
tease out, tear away, coax from
under the carapace of regret you crave.
explained it all the way I knew
you could. So much
zeal, and I love it and fear it at once.