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National Poetry Month: Local poem of the week

Posted: April 18, 2012 - 11:00pm

This week’s featured poem is by Christy NaMee Eriksen, one of the organizers of the monthly Woosh Kinaadeiyí Poetry Slam & Open Mic.

PICK UP LINES FOR POETS

 

So…. do you scribble here often?

 

Allow me to alliterate how achingly amazing you are in the anachronistic afternoon.

 

I never believed in love at first draft, but - reviewing you - I can’t picture a single revision.

 

I enjoy banned books and I like long walks at the library.

 

Is that a sonnet in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? 

Is that a verb on your body? Cause I really wanna do it.

 

There is not a form that can contain you,

not a rhyme scheme that I want you to end on,

If you were acrostic,

I would fall into your letters,

get lost in your center,

your name would be my backbone.

 

I am 16 syllables and you are the one.

 

Baby, there ain’t no stem high enough,

ain’t no root low enough,

to keep me from

prefixing you. 

 

My love,

I heard you order dinner in iambic pentameter.

I appreciate your personifications of the weather.

I’m tired of all these young similes, I want a real metaphor, someone who is.

You make the line breaks in my heart feel like a stanza.

 

Sit here:

next to my raven,

be a man of your word,

let me read between your lines

and highlight passages of your breath, my favorite sections.

 

Let’s go outside:

I will grip you like a lifetime of leaves in Walt Whitman’s grass, like tripping over Nikki Giovanni’s ego, like an amethyst rock slung by Saul Williams, like a tree between Yusuf Komunyakaa and a sniper’s bullet, like Langston Hughes’ night, like the stars, the sun, my people,

You must be an allusion!

 

I will invite you to my secret places,

I will spill my coffee on your corners,

I will rip you out, fold you up, carry you with me.

 

Solitary poet,

raise your eyes,

tuck your pen to bed,

and while all your

demons are sleeping,

 

Read

my

lips:

 

I will whisper synonyms into your skin like a thesaurus in heat if you will open me.

 

Come here.

Let me give you something to write about.

-- by Christy NaMee Eriksen

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