the INLAID EAR

Resparking the habit of frequent poem-writing this National Poetry Month, I've been putting the poetry prompts from both Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo.net into my hopper.Today's NaPoWriMo offering was too good to resist: Book spine poems! Lauren and Mirabai did some, too. The family that poems together, shows 'em together. I like the use of refrain. I'm pretty pleased with this one:   Lauren had similar thoughts, using two books I was planning to use. We tend to think alike and arrive at the same places at the same time. It's uncanny. Mirabai's sweet poem: An Acceptable Time Teach Yourself to Dream KEEP OUR SECRETS HUG All the World What will you come up with?  

(untitled) She's been thinking about things that don't need thinking This gives her the sensation that the rink sinks inches at a time whenever she launches a leap--a wince pinches her skates. For the klutz who learned triple Lutz, a great deflation--smack-- cold reminder of the bindings in her locker. Her back iced, she bounces up, thrusts her body, her choice, noise of crowd sigh, disappointment at the points lost. To be or not to be nigh eighteen, a mother or a medalist--shake the thought, chase momentum ignore the devil. *** This in response to Robert Brewer's weekly prompt at poetic asides, with the direction to start a poem with a line drawn from his notebook. I am submitting from the road, in New York, where we went skating in Long Island with our cousins, one of whom is a competitive ice skater. Being at the rink, and having watched her videos, and some performances of other local champs, put me in the setting of this po-narrative. So...