Marks Family Feble

NaPoWiMo Assignment Day 12 - Spend a few moments examining an old photograph—a found image, a photo from childhood, an iconic shot from history—and give it a title. Then put the photo aside and write a poem using this title.

Marks Family Fable

All three women on the front row
sport, hats and elegant fur muffs,
their well-appointed clothing and faces
seem not to reflect the days my Mother speaks of.
The two men on the front row attired with vests and ties
under their suits, everyone with button-shoes
peeking from long skirts and trouser legs
The five younger men in the back row
also dressed in suits, white shirts, ties and label pins,
the one younger women in the back row seems
almost out-of-place yet something in her face
reminds me of my Mother’s younger photographs.
On the left and on the right
are two more men, cut from other photos,
pasted, like an after-thought, onto this old yellowed picture.
The one on the left is my grandfather,
vest, tie, label pin, watch chain showing
between open jacket lapels.
This is not the man I remember,
the drawn sunken face and white hair,
peeling apples on the porch swing of an unpainted house,
Yet I wonder, watching this still-life on another day.
Where is the poverty my Mother dwells on?
These are well postured, bright-eyed, proud people.
How much later did the shadow of her recollection
cross these lives?
What is fact and what is fiction?

Under the Milkweek

NaPoWiMo Day 11 Prompt - Write a poem of at least 40 lines that is a single sentence. Hints: try using very short lines, or else a lot of commas, as though you were a Victorian novel.

Under the Milkweed

A breeze
bends
itself down
toward
the ground,
stirs round
wet-nosed deer,
whiskered calico
waits  
in the barn and
the short-tailed shrew
watches
for the wide-eyed
owl,
everyone’s
eager journey
toward
silky, milky
evenings
and feathered
pillows
draws
the dusk close,
then down
into darkness,
humming
the coming of rest,
the silence
of possibilities
flying, sighing,
soaring
into other worlds,
and you
lying under
the milkweed
enter
into the stillness
of night,
where you
can hear
all dreams.

Life Song

NaPoWiMo Day 10 - Write a mirror poem. Find or think of a poem you admire, and write a poem that is a “mirror-image” of it. You can make this mirroring quite general, or very specific.
I used the poem "Night Song" by Lisel Mueller.  I actually did this poem after a writing workshop on Thursday, April 7, 2011, so I guess I get off a little easy today and can have more time to work on yesterday's prompt!


Life Song

Among stones, I am quarried catlinite,
among arrows, I am the rooted one growing by the river,
among daughters, I am the eldest, the strong example,
among sons, I am the one gone to war too young.

Among stories, I am never finished,
among lovers, I am the secret face,
among scars, I am the forceps on the forehead,
among confetti, I am always falling.

Among socks, I am mismatched cotton,
among days, I favor Fridays and foggy ones,
among bones, I am the old one
carried home for scrimshaw.