So, it's NaPoWriMo -- or National Poetry Writing Month. I haven't really been following it that well as you're supposed to write a poem a day, and I'm lucky if I get enough sleep every night. But last week for my advanced poetry writing class, we had to write seven poems in seven days, and when I was forced to really focus for that time and think about what had been on my mind all day, it really was very useful. I think I'm going to try a little harder to do this in future, perhaps after the semester is over. Hopefully if I get into it over the summer, it will be easier to incorporate into my schedule before the next semester gets into full swing. At any rate here is one of the shorter ones I churned out late on a Tuesday, the night air whispering against my windows and the radiators hissing their last of the season.
Tuesday
low
breath.
electrical
humming.
crack, hiss.
train wheels sing,
dark unknown creatures
calling out with the pitch,
the reverberation of
tuning forks made faint
by plaster, glass, wood
some more sketchbook pages, colored pencil.
