I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 113: NaPoWriMo Day 23: Perfectly Normal

Usually I write something Shakespeare-related on April 23rd, but not this year, not this morning.

Two versions of today’s poem: one in prose, one (with slightly different wording) in verse. Which works better?


The voices in my head lack the confidence to speak up. I ask myself what your voices would say, then reason from the silence of mine. Sometimes I overhear them whisper to one another that they are adopted.

— Carl Bettis


The voices in my head lack the confidence
to speak up. I ask myself what your
voices would say, and reason from the silence
of mine. Sometimes I hear them whisper among
themselves: “Surely we were adopted.”

— Carl Bettis


I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 112: NaPoWriMo Day 22: ‘4/22/2014’

I’m a bit more cynical every year about Earth Day.


Today we mark Earth Day.
Suggested observance: beat
your mother, put her
in critical condition,
but send a nice note.

— Carl Bettis


I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 111: NaPoWriMo Day 21: Ready to Go


The ceiling fans stirs
the room’s hot air. Through the open
window, yells, yips, and a tease
of cool, a flirt of rainsmell.
My knees are stiff. I can make my way
to cold springs without them.

— Carl Bettis


I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 110: NaPoWriMo Day 20: At Full


Against the moon, always on full,
a dark branch points at ten.
In every house on the street,
some light goes out now.
If you live long enough,
everything happens once too often.

— Carl Bettis


I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 109: NaPoWriMo Day 19: Diplomatically

Surrealism Saturday.


Negotiations with the livestock stumbled
over their demand for thumbs. Welcome
to the one true bed. Think yourself free
to adjust the sleep. Oskar joined us, with a waitress
covered in briny tar and half baked.
My tannin levels were depleted,
but my stomach was cured. He listened
as though he had no memory of your childhood.
There’s a hole in each of us
where somebody never lived. Keep it stocked
with feeder fish, slimy rocks and knotted weeds.
The delegation from the finny tribe is here.
They want treble hooks hidden
in mushrooms and ham steaks.

— Carl Bettis


I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 108: NaPoWriMo Day 18: Exterminating

Another unku (a form I invented, which has some features in common with both the lune and American tanka).


While assembling my great ignorance,
I found ambiguities gnawing at the base.
I sprayed them with sophistries.

— Carl Bettis


I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 107: NaPoWriMo Day 17: The 8th Seal

Another unku ( http://imagisterium.tumblr.com/post/73896188220/i-made-a-thing-365-day-9-unku)


Lilac blossoms, young, still sealed,
look drab. She rarely spoke — but when
she did, new worlds opened.

— Carl Bettis


I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 106: NaPoWriMo Day 16: another tanka (untitled)

Again, graphic version (for alignment) followed by text.

the shepherd’s hook
   at 45°
      the birdfeeder hangs plumb
      where finches fluster and eat
pushed by time and weather

— Carl Bettis


I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 105: NaPoWriMo Day 15: tanka (untitled)

Nonstandard text alignments are iffy on Tumblr, so here’s today’s poem in graphic format (text version below).

and ever since/when I see red hair/I see it/the hollow in the pillow/one longwinding strand

and ever since
     when I see red hair
                I see it
the hollow in the pillow
one longwinding strand

— Carl Bettis


I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 104: NaPoWriMo Day 14: Haiku

they shudder
in the sudden snow:

— Carl Bettis

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