Not a lot to say about this one; I’ve had the phrase love is a bloodsport in my notes for ages. I just think it’s so evocative! Do I think this poem did it justice? Eh maybe with some amendments, but I actually think this one is pretty good fjdjdj I didn’t have a lot of faith in it to begin with, I kinda wanted more visceral imagery but it kind of got away from me… sensing a theme with how I write poetry lol
if God could bare to touch unholy fleshless fingers
a deification of lifeless excess
a pulsing heart rejected
and acid rain eyes
let God say no
like babel revisited
the universal language of self importance
let God shatter windows
like chipped teeth
debris like a split lip, staining
fashion a noose out of steel skeletons
barbed wine bones
thick enough to choke
dense enough to bury itself
let God raze the cities
let His rage another flood be
watch obelisks felled
a pantheon’s demise
and pray dead gods go to heaven
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This one kind of got away from me. I slept in quite late and didn’t even start this until like 10:30pm so I had to work quickly. I picked two related thoughts from my inspiration notes, both to do with skyscrapers. I had one about the windows looking like teeth when it’s night and only some have the lights on, and another with the idea of the mirrored look of skyscrapers being like a crystal ball. I tried to fit both these ideas into the poem, and originally was going for a like feeling small and insignificant and intimidated by skyscrapers theme… but I leant too hard into the god/deification theme and that took over. I think this one could use some editing, some lines are definitely more there just to have them written down than that they really fit. As always though, there’s potential here.
photo of original physically written poem under a linebreak
short explanation of poem
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I am a charnel house
Filled with dead things, rememberings
Caskets topped with wine
The acidic rot of a thousand graves
A stomach turned by so many suffering spirits
Each bone of mine is cracked, coutured from riddled ancestry
I am the taxidermal threat of obscurity
A formless Frankenstein reanimated in silent philosophy
Each suture a faultline
The why weighing on my chest
Like water in my lungs
Like dirt on my tongue
Six feet further from salvation
I am the graveyard and the absence of graves
A copse of corpses high as heaven, stealing speech
Make a wish on all my secondhand teeth
Needle and thread through secondhand meat
My wounds are uncountable, misery abounds
Broken flesh, fresh and alcoholic
A sanguine satisfaction
Fossilised violence still weeps for the blade
Still stings by the flame
My home is filled with skeletons
Dismembered and incomplete and ashamed
They bleed and they dance,jolly in the knowledge someone walks upon their grave
Someone new is in those graves now
Until again they run out of space
To be remembered for a fraction
Then discarded and erased
I am filled with the forgotten
Bone bricks and marrow mortar
I am reanimated rot
Words echoing from inside a carcass
I am home within remains
Hearts hanging on fractured ribs
A cage so carnal
A body like a charnel house
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okay so this was day one… I haven’t written any longer/complete poetry in a while and today was a weird brain day so this was a little difficult. I have a list of topics/thoughts I want to write a poem about and I picked charnel house from it for today. It’s basically just a building they put dead bodies in, often near churches for bones they find while digging other graves. Isn’t that such a perfect prompt lol. This could definitely be executed better but there are some good ideas I can work with here if I want to revisit it. A lot of my poetry is in the first person, and a lot of it is a bit gruesome since I use it as an outlet. I don’t necessarily feel the way described but I think about it. Not much more to say about this one so I hope you enjoy!
I’ve been talking about it on another blog, but I think I’m actually going to revive this blog for nanowrimo! I’m not doing a traditional nano with the 50k words, instead I’m doing a poem-a-day challenge. I did this at the beginning of the year and made it just about 3 months! So now I’m bringing it back. My rules are:
1. write one poem every day of the month
2. there are no constrictions on the style of poem, although they are generally about one page long
3. stick to minimal editing, these are not polished poems, they’re more an exercise in imagery and vocabulary
I’m pretty liberal in the lenience I give myself but those are my guidelines. Here’s to a good NaNoWriMo 2023!
Their fingers curling in and their skin drawing thin, thin, thinner till their blood pumped with all it's forgotten ferocity behind only a pane of glass through which anyone could watch the moment a body decays. As digits danced daintily across valleys, descents, leaving crescents in their wake pulling further and further into the lakes that cried wolf until their throats roared red.
