“Elegy” Published in Young American Poets

“Elegy” was published in Young American Poets on Tuesday, November 25! To go read the poem, visit:

http://youngamericanpoets.blogspot.com/2008/11/elegy.html

And heck, while you’re at it, check out the rest of the poets on the site. Some amazing stuff.

-Nicole

Stumble It!
Stumble It!

Paleontologist

This was written for the Read Write Poem Prompt #47: Of Monsters and Dinosaurs Enjoy.

-Nicole

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bone upon bone
ash upon ash
dust upon dust
femurs meet like cursed wood to form a cross
death at the epicenter
frozen inside the still, lifeless ground at my feet
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Your Voice

Melting Time Sculpture
Melting Time Sculpture taken by Black Coffee Blue Jeans

This was written for the Monday Mural Prompt on Poefusion. Enjoy.

-Nicole

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Your voice is a soft bed with clean
sheets. I can sleep in it. I can dream
in it. I could drift away in the sea of
your songs, the currents of your sonic
rivers.
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Seeds

This chained lune was written for One Single Impression Prompt #29: Seeds. Enjoy.

-Nicole

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the heart of
a young girl is fertile
ground for sowing
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Superstar

This was written for Read Write Poem prompt #44: Elegies and Rememberances. Enjoy.

-Nicole

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(for Karen Carpenter)

A.M. radio
nineteen and seventy nine
I hear you keeping time
a beat against which sonic softness and lyrical wine
were painted and sainted
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Beautiful Fractures

This was written for the Tuesday Title prompt at Poefusion. Enjoy.

-Nicole

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beautiful fractures
China doll eyes
and a body too thin
to sustain you
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Nightmare

This was written for Read Write Poem Prompt #42: Catch Some Words. I actually had composed this early this morning, before I even knew about the prompt…..

I had come across the poem “Abortion Stories” when reading a book of Jim Morrison’s poetry…and then found out that the words later became The Doors’ song, “Peace Frog”. These are the words that caught me:

“Indians scattered on a dawn’s highway bleeding,
ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.”

From there, I was inspired to write “Nightmare”. Enjoy.

-Nicole

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(for J. Morrison)

You were five.

This was when they still called you “Jimmy”.
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