EXERCISE National Poetry Month 2016: April 14, 15

Discussion in 'INSPIRING MUSES' started by RiverNotch, Apr 15, 2016.

  1. Here are the two prompts, each 8 lines or more, with the same freedom-of-form. Again, one post per poem -- note which day yer poem is; and, being a month, try and catch up, any newcomers! but please, in their respective threads.

    April 14: Inspired by war, battle, conflict, etc.

    April 15: POET'S CHOICE *bells ringing*

    Credit where it's due; the idea and the prompts come from this site:
    Poetry Forum - - Post poetry, get feedback, give critique.
     
  2. April 14

    IN THE TUNNELS OF CORREGIDOR

    I did not fear the blindness
    when our guide commanded us
    to shut our lights and see
    as the cloistered Japanese --

    and though the breath of wind divine
    resounding from those cratered walls
    tickled the spines of my fellows,
    I caught no voice, I felt no hand --

    but I jumped when the light returned
    and the image of a soldier ashamed
    destroying himself by grenade
    was imprinted in my vision.
     
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  3. April 15

    THE READING

    She drew six cards and formed the cross --
    I found it all arranged.
    I sent them back and went the course,
    but fate had me detained.

    And there it was: the death of me
    and all He left behind,
    the woman by the waters still
    determining the line,

    the devil's curse returning lots,
    the tower falling down,
    the comet blazing through the sky,
    and howling come around.

    But horror struck me not because
    of such a brilliant fall,
    it was that I'd no agency
    even in standing tall.

    For since the Endor-Witch declared,
    I acted without choice,
    at first the hero so accursed
    then afterwards her voice.
     
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  4. Weights (or, A Clumsy Horatian Ode)

    I came across a flower along a grassy road
    And as I had not seen a blossom quite so fair
    Then paused I to admire and lay down my heavy load
    Those weights upon my shoulders filled with worry and with care
    So with my burden lessened, my eyes turned to the sky
    Toward the cloudless blue expanses that stretched as far as one could see
    Filled with birds that soared above me with a song I had not heard before
    A song that filled my heart again and made me wonder why
    Or when it was that I became this empty shell of me
    Now I leave that ballast in my wake as I prepare to soar
     
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  5. April 15
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    Drowning

    A flurry of bubbles erupts, a burst,
    And each and every one of them is named.
    Anxiety is the name of the first,
    It's scared of the future- it can't be blamed.
    Sadness is the next with which I am cursed,
    But I have to fight it before I am claimed.
    There are too many to name while I'm down,
    I must kick up to the air lest I drown.
     
  6. Meant for maneuvers was the Kursk
    One hundred eighteen men
    Her crew of stalwart sailors true
    Left Murmansk Harbor then

    *

    To float above the ocean floor
    And all was going smoothly
    No one suspected aught amiss
    Til something blasted soundly

    *

    Confusion filled the submarine
    As panic did set it
    The Kursk crashed on the ocean floor
    Crumbling steel like tin

    *

    The impact of this hard collision
    proved their undoing sure
    for torpedoes then exploded
    causing damages galore

    *

    An S.O.S. was sounded then
    To bring relief to them
    They frantically began to work
    flood water then to stem

    *

    Commander Gennady Lyachin
    Then tried to comfort them
    Be brave men help is on its way
    and then sang the nat'l anthem

    *

    The would be rescue crew was sent
    and came to them with haste
    though they desired to save the men
    their efforts were a waste

    *

    for they were poorly outfitted
    to undertake the task
    they dove four days in Berents Sea
    Russia then for help did ask

    *

    Norwegian and British divers
    were sent to aid them then
    with mini sub and equipment
    the divers went down again

    *

    They dove three hundred fifty feet
    in less than a single day
    but though they reached them all were lost
    The divers did relay

    *

    The outcry from the grievous loss
    was heard throughout the land
    President Putin met with them
    Their numbers as the sand

    *

    "When will we get them back," she shouts
    "Whether dead or alive?"
    But Putin could not give account
    or the progress of the dive

    *

    The grief is immeasurable
    Putin truly admits
    "My heart is aching but your much more"
    yet still the Kursk there sits

    *

    A headline reads 'Nine Days of Shame'
    The newspaper submits
    "Forgive us we did not protect,"
    Sergeyev then admits

    *

    So in their steely casket lays
    One hundred eighteen men
    The crew of stalwart sailors true
    recovered who knows when
     
  7. The Skull is a No Man's Land

    The skull is a No Man's Land,
    within it a war,
    waged unseen,
    where thoughts make a last stand.

    The creases of the brain are trenches
    and here is the fight.
    Supply chains are broken,
    the body throwing proverbial wrenches.

    Dopamine does its absolute best,
    but the depots are blown.
    There is nowhere to hide,
    and all they can do is wander aimless.

    Where are the reinforcements?
    They are coming,
    but not today,
    per the general's endorsement.

    The fight continues nevertheless,
    to keep going on,
    to struggle forward,
    even when things seem hopeless.