Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The Worry Flower (Another Poem-A-Day Challenge)

Today's Read Write Poem NaPoWrMo challenge is "Smoke a Dubie"--write a poem using a selected lines from work by the poet Norman Dubie. I don't know of him, but after reading the selection of lines for the prompt, I intend to know him, swiftly and immediately and deeply. He's amazing. The line I selected from his work is, "His chapel fell into flowers long ago".

The Worry Flower

His chapel fell into flowers long ago.
Its offal knotted the seed

from which the Worry Flower grew.
Blind as water, still

it has its ways of knowing.
Go on--you can't scare it. Dribble

your most ferocious aches
into its silky pitcher.

It will swallow up the treacle, examine
each their naked rhythms and decays

and digest them in its bile.
There is a kind of god in there:

other people's worries for your worries
and the State of Things in General.

The chapel walls absorbed their furrows,
their lost goodwill and gratitude,

their vague desire
for the happiness of others,

novena wax, no little prayer.
It's strong-rooted, takes in

just the right amount of light.
You could even pluck one

for yourself and it would live.
They are

survivor-types, these blooms.

--Kristen McHenry


5star said...
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Rallentanda said...

Now this is a very quirkly clever and imaginative poem. You really can produce a gem from time to time.

Anonymous said...

Almost crystalline. Somehow feeling much like what very little I have read of Dubie. Your make this pulse, tightening, then opening to an almost conversational tone, then tightening again. Impressive. thank you

Frank Moraes said...

Really?! Dubie might be proud, but I don't remember him being quite so inscrutable. Would you like a copy of Insomniac Liar of Topo? I will send it. But only if you don't try to write like he does. I like it when you make sense.

However, as usual, lots of talent here. Bastard.

S.L. Corsua said...

I like the fluidity of the lines, and the aural quality of words/phrases like "offal knotted" and "swallow up the treacle" and "novena wax." A satisfying ending, too.