Sonnet and Revision for Poetry Workshop
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x_losReoccuring character Asher takes a moment to be pretty fucking unstudious, while song thingie sucks ever so slightly less. I'm starting Asher on petrarchian soon, Shakesperian is getting pretty annoyingly rigid for every damn poem I write with him. Asher is supposed to be at a window watching her in the morning before he goes down to breakfast, but I don't know how clear that is. Bah. Masturbate, Asher, masturbate like the wind. But reoccuring character Xanthippe hasn't had a bitching about being Southern poem for months. Where is she? Come back Xanthippe, really, the fried ambrosia salad wasn't THAT bad of an idea, and your ghazal thing that we thought was fugly is attractive now that you're lost some weight...
Asher Sonnet II
Erin Horak
How do you pray to the unspeakable?
How do you call on a god you can’t name?
Her name is Sarah, and she leads a bull
Down to the water on a crooked lane.
The reeds’ voices sigh and crack on the wind
Like boys’, because they brush against her breasts.
She tugs his beringed nose until he bends.
Forced to his knees, he laps. Sarah knows best.
While he is thus engaged, she wraps her hands
Around a supple, wet-skin cat-tail reed.
She snaps it, and with swift, graceful command
Fair blows a tune on the quavering little seed.
Twelve verses have I memorized today
While your buys fingers have learned to play.
Phenomenon
Erin Horak
Once a tornado wrecked your little house,
And nothing dared stir there, not even a mouse.
I learned to knit and I caused it to gather
till only the seams showed the passing of weather.
Once I made a fire and it singed off your arms,
you walked with a cane then that jingled with charms.
You said “I am a sailor, but one of the land,
the sea will claim legs but the earth took my hands.”
Once a hurricane shaved off my skin.
It ripped open my body, and it poured you in.
I drowned and I gagged on your body in mine.
My mother tells me that love passes in time.
Once a flood came and it lifted our baby
into its arms and it carried her gently
away from out house, and I cried and I cried.
You said “Shush, I can just put another inside.”
There was an earthquake that shook you to pieces,
I searched the land and I made you whole.
I said “Now I am Isis, you’re King of the Dead,”
You said “Who put a fool thing like that in your head?”
Once it was calm, and nothing occurred.
We broke the day ourselves, we chiseled with words,
we climbed up our bodies 'till we reached the sky.
I was glad I was with you and didn’t know why.
Asher Sonnet II
Erin Horak
How do you pray to the unspeakable?
How do you call on a god you can’t name?
Her name is Sarah, and she leads a bull
Down to the water on a crooked lane.
The reeds’ voices sigh and crack on the wind
Like boys’, because they brush against her breasts.
She tugs his beringed nose until he bends.
Forced to his knees, he laps. Sarah knows best.
While he is thus engaged, she wraps her hands
Around a supple, wet-skin cat-tail reed.
She snaps it, and with swift, graceful command
Fair blows a tune on the quavering little seed.
Twelve verses have I memorized today
While your buys fingers have learned to play.
Phenomenon
Erin Horak
Once a tornado wrecked your little house,
And nothing dared stir there, not even a mouse.
I learned to knit and I caused it to gather
till only the seams showed the passing of weather.
Once I made a fire and it singed off your arms,
you walked with a cane then that jingled with charms.
You said “I am a sailor, but one of the land,
the sea will claim legs but the earth took my hands.”
Once a hurricane shaved off my skin.
It ripped open my body, and it poured you in.
I drowned and I gagged on your body in mine.
My mother tells me that love passes in time.
Once a flood came and it lifted our baby
into its arms and it carried her gently
away from out house, and I cried and I cried.
You said “Shush, I can just put another inside.”
There was an earthquake that shook you to pieces,
I searched the land and I made you whole.
I said “Now I am Isis, you’re King of the Dead,”
You said “Who put a fool thing like that in your head?”
Once it was calm, and nothing occurred.
We broke the day ourselves, we chiseled with words,
we climbed up our bodies 'till we reached the sky.
I was glad I was with you and didn’t know why.
