I fly the house,
a thick shadow
wrapped in black,
head to toe and
wonder what’s

I am an island,
leave me here
in relative peace
washed by the
gentle tide, baked
in the seary sun.

I am invisible,
self, moving from
a rock to a hard
place in slow,
even silence.

I am dead
serious, a bull
in musk,
a cold winter
night with solid,
sharp edges.

And the truth
of the matter:
I haven’t done
laundry in days
and this is all
that’s left.



YES!  It is once again “GLObal POetry WRIting MOnth” (GloPoWriMo).
I will (deep breath) undertake to write a poem every day in April.
Why don’t you write along!!!  Ready.  Steady.  GO!

DAY ONE:   Kay Ryan was born in California in 1945 and is acknowledged as one of the most original voices in the contemporary poetry. In July 2008, the U.S. Library of Congress announced that Ryan would be the sixteenth Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress for a one-year term commencing in Autumn 2008.  In April 2009, the Library announced that Ryan would serve a second one-year term extending through May 2010.

In honor of Kay Ryan, today’s challenge is to write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if possible, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.  You can read more of Kay Ryan’s poetry here.