Weekly Writing Challenge: Object

Poetry

Here’s another one from the archives, this time from my second poetry collection, Pagan Blues (2007):
 

Sacrifice

I have placed it on the alter
for the devout to devour.

I have buried it in sand
forsaking it to the sun.

I have left it near the edge
letting gravity run its course.

I have split it in two
exposing it for the gods.

I have set it on the pyre
transforming it to ash.

I have ground it to dust
scattering it at sea.

I have hung it from a cross
skewering its side.

I have named it
and left it unnamed.

 
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Daily Prompt: The Sincerest Form of Flattery

Poetry

Prompt: Publish a post in the style of a favorite author/blogger or photographer.

This poem comes from my second poetry collection, Pagan Blues, and mimics (and makes allusions to several works by) one of my favorite poets. It was also published in Spring: The Journal of the E.E. Cumming Society. This poem was composed long before I began traveling.
 

NOVEMBER SUNSET
after E. E. Cummings

when we first met i
tried to entice you with
“jake hates
                               all the girls(the”
but you didn’t share
my love for the cold
ones.

a luncheon won, i
wore green as would
my love riding on
a great horse of gold,
the hounds of my
stomach crouched
low and smiling;
Afterwards i tried
“suppose,” hoping
you liked flowers.

near the end i sang
“who are you,little i”
to you without you,
knowing the beautiful
way this would end,
as every golden day
must end.
 

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