get your poem on #1

by Dana Guthrie Martin

Welcome to the first Read Write Poem “Get Your Poem On” post. From now until midnight U.S. Pacific Standard Time one week from today, comments on this post will be open, so you can leave a permalink to your blog post for this week’s contribution.

We hope many of you took the time to write some American Sentences you want to share today. (And if not that’s cool, too.) We also hope you enjoyed the collaborative exercise we did on the comments section of Wednesday’s post. We’ve posted the resulting poem at the end of this post.

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Our American Sentence

Oh me first, let me see, that’s eight, but that might be more than one sentence.
The American Sentence has seventeen syllables—period.
She once told me GIRTH was an acronym for God It’s Really Thick Hon!
my lawn’s frosty fingers plead with morning rays: “sun, take away our fears.”
Your intoxicating spice lingered in my bed three days and three nights.
Deb hangs her head, greasy hair hanging. No homework again. Now, no home.
You can sit on your porch here and watch your dog run away for three days.
Ghosts try to weave into reality zigzagging through mini blinds.
Fall leaves please, I concentrate and squint, hoping for snowfall and reindeer.
Wicked thoughts between Chardonnay and pizza blond delivers wife waits.
In the street- you drop my hand when a man walks by: I want to reach out.
At the doctor’s, confounded by forms: not single, not married.
Ghosts, fall leaves and your hands all remind me of sweat: I can’t forgive that.
I was only three cocktails or a stay away from execution.
May I now present a man, a wife, two children, a stock Christmas card.
My hair, unwoven, remembers how it feels to be held in a braid.
Police helicopter hovers overhead while I sit drinking my wine.
This is very intriguing, like a haiku without the end breaks.
As I write the cat stares at my efforts – clearly he is unimpressed.
All public transport grinds to a halt to call Sarkozy’s bluff – who blinks?
Twin-sentence problems can be fixed with the magic of semicolons.
Last year’s gloves hide camouflaged under lint piles of a hundred worries.
In separate compartments, still, we all travel along the same tracks.
Tempted to attempt my very first American sentence, curiosity conquers fear of mess-up.
More shit from my pencil; how come I can’t write like Allen Ginsberg?
Jets blast, geese cronk, wind rushes scarlet leaves: sound layers above my head.
Staring in her blue eyes, he says: You will always just be my lover.
It rains in the desert while I’m on the beach; the beach, of course, is dry.
I pulled shut the door as soon as I realized where my keys remained.
congealed oats- stuck to the walls of glass- reminder of my gelled life?
Spilled mocha on my blue winter coat. Rain washed it clean – but not me.
Life is transitory; let your joy and your melancholy take turns.
Everything should be as easy to erase as cheap pink nail polish.
She took nothing but crumbs, the dregs, left-overs, and tears: then she complained.
Memo to Ginsberg:
writing haiku in three lines
IS American.
sit…stay…down…over…good girl…daddy loves when you are obedient!
a cup of tea this chilly fall night, I simply sip the cold away.

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