NPM 2010: Prompt 0

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1. Bud Hunt says:

   March 31, 2010 at 9:19 am

   On the Road

   This will never,
   I’m afraid,
   get any easier.

   But that was never the point.
   Was it?

   We have words
   to clarify ideas
   that maybe
   will always
   be fuzzy.

   Here’s one:

   That I will always
   struggle
   wrestle
   argue
   and fight
   with words
   is perhaps the only thing that I am certain of
   about writing.

   And you will struggle, too.
   Sometimes.

   But I’ll fight with you
   and you with me
   and the words
   may come.

   Let’s try our best
   to be ready.

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3. Kevin Hodgson says:

   March 31, 2010 at 3:57 pm

   (Here goes …)

   I’m convinced
   the book is the picture that holds the fortunes of many;
   Here, inside this form, a story unfolds,
   and I unwrap myself from its tangle of words
   in order to find the end of the sentence,
   stranded here on the head of pin they call a period
   while the world goes dancing on and
   without me.

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5. Ben Grey says:

   March 31, 2010 at 6:34 pm

   What I Can’t See

   It’s not what I see
   when I hold up the book
   that troubles

   It’s what I’m afraid
   I won’t see
   when I remove it

   For in the picture
   she’s clearly not
   standing in front of me

   But when I lower
   the edges what
   fortune or pittance awaits

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6. PurpleCar says:

   March 31, 2010 at 7:39 pm

   “Interwoven”
   -Christine Cavalier

   They have since
   taken away
   the root

   and trimmed back
   the ivy that shaded us.

   But now the ivy grows
   thick and fast
   and just beyond our control
   but that is
   justice
   for our own indulgence.

   The green hearts
   cannot seem to get
   enough sun
   no matter how
   much we
   filter the light
   down to the optimal
   nanometer that’s
   thought best
   for new leaves.

   The seeds don’t come
   in neat packets
   anymore.
   They iterate and
   spread and
   we are left
   wondering
   about the strength
   of the structure
   we provided.

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7. Andrea Zellner says:

   March 31, 2010 at 7:42 pm

   When she left
   she cut squares
   [severe right angles–no room for disagreement in those sharp corners]
   making windows
   through plot lines
   and now I won’t know
   how the story ends.

   On the other hand,
   I no longer trip while I read.

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   1. Andrew Forgrave says:

      March 31, 2010 at 8:25 pm

      Very nice — and the last stanza is just wonderful.

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8. Andrew Forgrave says:

   March 31, 2010 at 8:37 pm

   My Eye, the Camera Face
   ——————————-

   These days,
   I’m taking pictures.

   Today is 90.
   365 minus 90 more to go.
   (but why stop?)
   It’s a New Fun.

   It’s also a New Learn.

   A camera is a permanent eye.
   It lets us see The Then, later on.
   It lets us see The Now, in a different way.
   It lets us see The Yet To Come, if we use our ‘magination.

   New views:
   Some small.
   Some grand.
   Some in-between the lines inferred.
   Some be never seen,
   Without the camera.

   But,
   Without the camera between us
   and the world,
   We can also see sometimes more.

   Camera Face can be so awkward.

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10. Kelly says:

    April 11, 2010 at 11:13 pm

    a portal of poetry I never expected
    to climb through
    words that belong to me
    and cause me to breathe
    in serenity

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11. Allen Berg says:

    March 30, 2011 at 6:55 pm

    “There is no frigate like a book
    To take us lands away.”
    …Emily Dickinson…

    Here with you and yours
    I can step through the looking glass
    And keep on looking for my views

    Oh what a garden does for my green
    Soft growth cushion to lay down my mind
    And dream

    Open is the world when the columns leave
    And up is limitless blue
    And down is this native earth

    The frigate streams billowed with airs
    That mingle and mend and wend my winds
    To hover higher lighter than cares…

    Corporeal I’m blessed with this living body
    Breathing breath that springs my spirit
    Inner is outer and calming is vast

    A moment in an eyelid and an eyelash is flash
    Flesh is my animal and blood is my animus
    I see and I am corpuscular

    Surround me are flowers and they breathe light
    From 93 million miles… a fire away
    8 minutes is a long distance to our nearest star

    I hop on that frigate and wham I am away…
    But the smile on my face tells me muscular
    I am here in this pretty garden with you…

    Thank you, Emily…

    Kasha8888

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