A Post-Hiatus Sestina!

Hello, hello! Greetings and salutations! After finally recovering from #100Days100Poems, we return today with a poem using one of my favorite forms. Look forward to weekly (or so) updates: new poems, prose pieces, culture commentary and the like. Feel free to share this post, and let me know what you think!

 

Is the Commute a Place for the Comm or the Mute?

And the first time we spoke was on a crowded
subway car and it was no accident
that I managed to untwist my tongue
long enough for an awkward hello to rise
from the timid lockbox that keeps me separate
from normal human interactions, where I am out of sync.

 

on most occasions where the M.O. is to sink
into myself, better hanging on to straps of crowded
thoughts, I instead jostle human to human to unseparate
my voice from your ears, your song from mine. No accident,
then, that in a few moments of foolish bravery or brave foolery I rise
to move from here to you, green light to expressive tongue

 

And tied it is, this cottoned, hesitant tongue,
where a life vest is not enough to stop me sinking
into my sea of doubt, bay of disbelief–and still I rise
from this too-tight seat on an underground train, crowded
with commuters & dancers & panhandlers. I have accidentally
convinced myself that words will not keep us separate.

 

and this end of the car, the score of bodies separating
us & our initial contact, our first wordsembracekiss, lips & tongue
dancing as if colliding in some mass transit accident
and I wade through the swamp of passengers. My heart sinks
as at first I struggle to make it through the crowd
of head-phoned, book-nosed, ear-budded, phone-focused mass. Hope rises.

 

And as I clamber through a bipedal jungle, as eyes rise
from my solitude to your ‘well, come over here’ glance, I begin to separate
this lumpy undesirable frame from the train crowd,
thought bubbles morph into speech bubbles as ‘hello’ moves from brain to tongue
and my only thought is how to sink
into the seat beside you, willing a welcome happy accident

 

or derailment– re-setting my course to you through accident
or crash through crowd and car, too. Rise
bold and brave in your vision–how I want to sink
into you, merge, mingle, marry, so as not to be separate
whether connected by hand or heart tongue
finding each other on a local, rush hour train, delayed and crowded

And as my tongue rises, clicks a tsk to roof of closed mouth, I sink into my seat.
It is no accident that this crowded commute insists on keeping us separate.

 

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© David Siller – 2017

#100Days100Poems Day 100 — #PhotoPoem The Struggle Will Continue

Before getting to the end of all this, I want to express my sincerest thanks to all of those who followed, shared, and submitted for this project. It’s been a long slog, fun but draining. Keeping up with all the disasters, tweets, uproars, and prevarications day in and day out has been taxing to say the least. I hope you’ll stick around as I continue to post (back to solely original poetry, translations, and (pop) culture commentary for the time being), and rest assured that the work will most assuredly not be related to the garbage fire-in-chief. As always, comments and questions are welcome for any post.

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We finish with a #PhotoPoem inspired by what is found in the collection of sculptures at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Rather than discuss the titles, origins &tc. of the sculptures themselves, this #PhotoPoem is instead unified by its title, regardless of the context of each individual sculpture, its national origins or artistic school. I conclude with this because, frankly, I can’t find any more words.

When The Whole World is Eagerly
Awaiting an Arrest & an Impeachment

 

© David Siller – 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog featured a new poem of protest, by my own hand or by others. Some were polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They were haiku or tanka, limericks and lyrics, verses free or fettered.

THOUGH WE’VE REACHED OUR HUNDRED DAYS, WE WILL STILL CONTINUE TO POST PROTEST PIECES PERIODICALLY. I

f you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

Read, follow, share, re-tweet, submit, live, love, spread light! Don’t forget to use #100Days100Poems !

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#100Days100Poems Day 99 #TantrumTanka #TruthTanka

We’re almost there.

 

Read This Carefully,
All You F^%&s That Voted for This @$$clown
OR
Holy Thor, Vishnu, Zeus, Osiris, We’re DOOMED!

“I thought it would be
easier.” I thought it would
be easier? You
thought it would be eas-
ier?!?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!?

© David Siller – 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

Read, follow, share, re-tweet, submit, live, love, spread light! Don’t forget to use #100Day

#100Days100Poems Day 98 #TruthTanka #TantrumTanka

Trumpet Fears What They’ll Call His First 100 Days
OR
Pundits Toss Around Catchy Headlines
For What Will Probably Be His Whole Administration

 

A Recipe for
Disaster!? The Undoing
of America?!
A Charmin-Sponsored Shit Show?!
A Blistering Clusterfuck!?

 

© David Siller – 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

Read, follow, share, re-tweet, submit, live, love, spread light! Don’t forget to use #100Days100Poems !

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#100Days100Poems Day 97 #TruthHaiku

And on the Ninth Hole He Thinks

 

It is hard to golf

when people keep bugging me

about world affairs.

 

© David Siller – 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

Read, follow, share, re-tweet, submit, live, love, spread light! Don’t forget to use #100Days100Poems !

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#100Days100Poems Day 96 #Cinquain

Trumpet Contemplates the Consequences
of His Conniving Publicity Stunt

 

100 days?
That means 1300+ remain!
How in the hell am I
going to pull this thing off? Better yet,
how in the hell am I
going to avoid going
to jail?

 

© David Siller – 2017

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*****

For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

Read, follow, share, re-tweet, submit, live, love, spread light! Don’t forget to use #100Days100Poems !

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#100Days100Poems Day 95 #TantrumTanka #DoubleTanka

When the Trumpet Waxes Poetic
On Setting the Bar Low
Because He’s a Winner

A ridiculous
standard, an artificial
barrier. It’s not
very meaningful. I mean,
how to judge 100 days?

So ignore the goals
and promises I made in
that video. My
first hundred days have been GREAT!–
That’s the spin I’m sticking to.

 

 

© David Siller – 2017

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*****

For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

Read, follow, share, re-tweet, submit, live, love, spread light! Don’t forget to use #100Days100Poems !

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