Dye

Every odd line must mention a color, every even line must mention a sensory image (taste, smell, feel), and final line must mention both a sensory image and a color.

 

Red always reads, for me, as strength.

Not like the strength of a shot at a bar across town,

More like depth, authority. Like a dark ocean blue.

More exhilarating than the whiff of an ocean breeze off of the water.

More earthly than Green.

And the memory of thick grass below your bare feet.

Brighter than yellow, and

Like the star glistening darkening the pigmentation of your skin.

It’s never Grey.

As the days that has come. And then,

All you’ve felt is black.

M.R.

This is a woman’s confession:

All who would have seen us dead are dead.

What is important is to avoid,

Am I alone?

Age approaches, slowly.

The pages turn.

Very quick.

Stories one has never read.

Nobody is ever missing.

No one ever remembers.

But I killed for you.

We must not say so.

God rewards.

 

Journal 4

The cows

stand

under the trees

in the wet grass,

lifting their necks

to pull leaves down.

We slow the truck, pull over to the side of the road to watch them.

How graceful they look , how unlike themselves.

We get out and lean on the fence.

The cows don’t seem to notice we are there.

Analysis

I used lineation this way to really slow the reader down and truly consider the imagery the speaker gives regarding the cows. To notice the majestic quality given to these cows in this poem, not something usually applied to describe cows. By making the opening lines about the cows shorter it gives it simplicity like a lot of qualities to nature. Also by leaving the closing lines in their full sentence forms showing the ways humans have moved away from that simple quality to life.

Tree Lovers Anonymous

I always liked these trees

Actually I love them.

I love them like a squirrel loves a nut.

I love them like a fish loves water.

They look like home.

They hang like icicles.

Maybe they remind me of christmas

Like a wreath around the door celebrating Christ.

They’ve always loved me.

Only like a mother can love her child.

 

I always liked these trees

Actually I love them.

I love them like a kid loves ice cream.

I love them like a foot loves a shoe.

They look like a sun rise.

They hang like marshmellows over a fire.

Maybe they remind me of church

Like a choir on sunday

They’ve always loved me.

Only like God could love the Earth.

Journal 3

Feared Drowned

Suddenly nobody knows where you are,

your suit black as seaweed, your bearded

head slick as a seal’s.

Somebody watches the kids. I walk down the

edge of the water, clutching the towel

like a window’s shawl around me.

None of the swimmers is just right

Too short, too heavy, clean-shaven,

they rise out of the surf, the water

rushing down their shoulders.

Rocks stick out near shore like heads.

Kelp snakes in like a shed black suit

and I cannot find you.

My stomach begins to contract as if to

vomit salt water

when up the sand toward me comes

a man who looks very much like you,

his beard matted like beach grass, his suit

dark as wet shell against his body.

Coming closer, he turns out

to be you — or nearly.

Once you lose someone it is never exactly

the same person who comes back.

 

Fear Drowned (Similes Experiment)

Suddenly nobody knows where you are,

your suit black as the night sky, your bearded

head slick as a grease.

Somebody watches the kids. I walk down the

edge of the water, clutching the towel

like the hand of a scared child to their mother.

None of the swimmers is just right

Too short, too heavy, clean-shaven,

they rise out of the surf, the water

rushing down their shoulders.

Rocks stick out near shore like a sore thumb.

Kelp snakes in like a worn shoe

and I cannot find you.

My stomach begins to contract as if to

prepare for delivery

when up the sand toward me comes

a man who looks very much like you,

his beard matted like an abandoned dog, his suit

dark as soil against his body.

Coming closer, he turns out

to be you — or nearly.

Once you lose someone it is never exactly

the same person who comes back.

The Next Thing Is What Frightens Me

The District
Music blasting is muffled and swallowed by the roar of the sea
Carrying the names assigned to me throughout my life
In 2008, on this day Wall St. would know Black Monday
Now those times like someone you once knew
A perpetual bone to pick
Who knew it could get worse than abandonment.
“Susan B. Anthony would be so proud of you girls!”
I want you to consider my history before applying yours to me
I wish “Alternative Facts” could be accepted on my exams
A white Bald Eagle above me
Hot sauce in my bag
It’s lit.
Reading is time consuming and cumbersome
Reading will save the world
What would my grandmother say?
Empty liquor bottles
I must remind her of my grandfather
Their misery imprinted in my flesh
I can’t stop now
My feet are weary but dare do not compare
All, Lives, Matter
I wonder if Mr. Martin knows?
My flag waves timid

I’m taking another shot!

Ashley’s Universe

Taste(15 words): Peppermint, sour, creamy, tart, salty, bland, zesty, acidic, dark chocolate, rich, watery, sharp, ripe, bitter, strong.

Touch(15 words):Saturated, Prickly, Hollow, Clammy, Thick, Wet, Sturdy, Spiny, Smooth, Silky, Slick, Slimy, Jagged, Splintering, Hairy.

Smell(15 words): Pungent, summer-rain, sweet, flowery, fresh-linen, foul, fishy, rotten, spoiled,morning coffee,tempting, musty, perfumed, sour, gasoline.

Hearing(15 words): Winter Wind, thunder, waves, ring, hum, laughter, uncomfortable silence, rumble, roar, keys jingling, soda simmering, tea pot, distant conversation, heart thump, car horns.

Sight(15 words):Flag waving, bright, dark, dull, black, grey, rainbow, sunset, leaves falling, bright snow, bright green jungle, bright blue sky, flashing, sunlight, blurry.

Action/Motion(10 words): Rise, raise, sway, march, stand, demand, command, uplift, dismay, resist.

Abstractions(3 words): Love, Death, Life.

Anything Else(7 words): Caribbean, Black, Woman.

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