Two poems to kick off the A to Z Challenge: First, a basic straight-forward piece. Then an A to Z poem with more creativity, but also a lot of obscure references.
Autumn surrendered to winter
Draping the ground in its white flag.
A tree fell in the forest
Its sound muffled by shuttered
Windows and crackling fires.
We left the proof of our existence
Where we walked, like amateur
Criminals. Though, to be fair,
It could not be proven
If we were walking
To or from something.
We sipped coffee and played
Chess, pretending to be intellectual.
We ate comfort foods and dreamed
Of beaches while the radiator
Coughed in the corner. Then spring
Arrived, unfurling her brightly colored
Finery. What we thought we feltFor each other melted with the snow.
Autumn is the topic of the month
But I’m sweating 90 degrees as iced
Coffee slides down my throat,
Drowns a dozen metaphors.
Every poet writes with his
Fingers crossed. But somewhere
Ginsberg is tripping on his last line,
Howling at a harvest moon,
Junkie veins with stanzas of gibberish.
Killed by conformity, the Beats
Live on in paperback-addled
Minds of lesser intellects.
Neal, in Denver, published obscene
Odes between women’s thighs -
Poetry of a different kind. I read
Quoof and was unimpressed. (If I
Ramble it’s because I lack inspiration – no Carl
Solomon to guide my pen.)
The windows of hell look onto poems
Unfinished: a third floor room -
View of libraries wet with tears.
Writing here is like a drug -
X perhaps. I steal words to pay for my
Yearning. My thoughts drift to the barista’s
Zipper, tan legs slouching towards closing time.