2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 10

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Re: 2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 10

Postby redhedlor » Mon Nov 12, 2012 5:59 pm

Foreign Word Poem-Day 10-November 2012 PAD Challenge
by Lauren Dixon


Bésame-A Two Lip Lament


Why won’t you kiss me?
Is it because you don’t
Love me That way anymore?
How can we find That love
Again? Where did it go?
Did it hide under the bed?
Did it run away? Is it
Invisible? Do we need a
Magic wand to make it
Appear? My lips have
Almost forgotten how it
Feels. Please don’t make
Them wait forever. They
May go looking for
Another pair. It wouldn’t
Be their fault. They’ve
Been waiting patiently
For you to find That love
You used to have. Are
You still searching for it?
Or, are you resigned to
A life of no kisses. I’m
Not.

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Re: 2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 10

Postby Poet Ariel » Tue Nov 13, 2012 5:20 pm

I was occupied all weekend at the theater - so I got to this one late. My take on it ...

Foreign Language

People talk different languages;
seldom are they on the same page
even if they are in the same room.
Narratives always differ in the retelling;
similes & metaphors fly
blind, speak with mute voices
and I will not hold on any tighter,
though my fingers undo your buttons.
Even as I “Not! Not? Not!”
there is not enough sound
and too much denied flesh.
Anything further would be octagonal language
and even I can't see all the sides
as I deliver it’s diacritics breech,
cord wrapped, keeping it
silent and blue. Tomorrow there
will be a funeral for it, a funeral and a naming.
I hold a diurnal word in my dry itching palm;
like glass slivers, it is, waiting
to be plucked by anothers steady hand...See
what I mean about similes been blind -
even as they knock, knock, knock -
but you are waiting at the front door instead.
Only missionaries arrive that way,
cold calls on an assigned street.
This is foreign language to you; my dead diacritics
tremas and umlauts and hazma’s assigned by my synapse
allow no engineered creature to facilitate
me to you, you to me. It is not simple
and honestly I have not learned how to navigate my mouth
around the dactyl edges.
And so I use lips and tongue and hands & flesh

Or did I merely stick my foot in my mouth?


Ariel

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Re: 2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 10

Postby tunesmiff » Sat Nov 17, 2012 3:32 pm

PROOF
(c) 2013 - G. Smith
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Dogwood white pages
Show what was written that day:
Zip. Zero. Nada.

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