April182014

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).

EXTERMINATING

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

— Carl Bettis

April172014

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)

THE EIGHTH SEAL

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

— Carl Bettis

April162014

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

April152014

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

April142014

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

they shudder
in the sudden snow:
daffodils

— Carl Bettis

April132014

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 103; NaPoWriMo Day 13: The Depth of His Devotion

THE DEPTH OF HIS DEVOTION

If we were attacked, darling,
by robbers, or lions escaped
from the zoo, I would run
and never glance back.
But if I heard you were dead
I’d accuse myself without ceasing,
and feel utterly unworthy
of my next love.

— Carl Bettis

April122014

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 102: NaPoWriMo Day 12: haiku

gusty wind. peeking
around the side of the house:
daffodils.

— Carl Bettis

April112014

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 101: NaPoWriMo Day 11: Ego

A cinquain.

EGO

The snail
is slowed by need
to drag its fragile home
through life. Imperilled, it draws back
it eyes.

— Carl Bettis

April102014

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 100: NaPoWriMo Day 10: They Buy the Blood on Wednesday

This is a companion piece to a poem I wrote years ago, “They Burn the Blood on Thursday: An Outdoor Wedding in Emporia, Kansas.” Though both poems are fictional, they were inspired by real events.

THEY BUY THE BLOOD ON WEDNESDAY
An Indoor Funeral in Emporia, Kansas

There we were, in the good hotel’s
threadbare lobby, drinking box malbec
and remembering her: the pratfalls,
the post-party morning callbacks
to apologize, those drunk
antics that kept us laughing
until her liver failed. After
a lull, one brother filled his cup,
asked the other, where did he buy
his blood? Hey, I tried to get it
through you, the other replied.
Guests swerved in a broad orbit
on their way to the bar. The clerk
kept eyes away. The husband checked
The clock, said, Time to go. The departed,
ashes stuck on a mud road, missed the party.

— Carl Bettis

April92014

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 99: NaPoWriMo Day 9: Permashade

PERMASHADE

The ground where the blighted
oak stood will soon grow
grass and clover and wild
strawberries. Your absence
dims all light. The more
sorrow festers, the thicker
grows its shade, its roots
strike deeper.

— Carl Bettis

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