By esteemed guest poet Nolcha Fox1
1.
Meteor showers sing through the sky,
the night ablaze with falling jewels.
2.
Sunrise slips his fingers
through the bottoms of the curtains.
3.
I swallow your death,
spit it out as a ball.
4.
Her dress a ripple, a breezy sail
as she sashays along.
5.
Time will smooth out all our sharp edges,
if only I can wait to be worn.
- This poem is a cadralor, made of stanzas from unpublished poems. Words by Nolcha Fox, image from Pexels Free Photos. ↩︎
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Thank you, Catherin, for publishing my poem! A very merry Christmas to you!
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You too Nolcha. Your work is always such a joy to me!
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Thank you so much, Catherin! I’m glad I found you!
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You too Nolcha!!
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that last stanza gives me shivers!
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Thank you for letting me know – sending a hot toddy your way!
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Thank you! Even though I’m not 100% sure what that drink is…
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Interesting form Nolcha. Are the original poems going to be published or do you feel that they are not up to scratch?
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This was a salvage operation, Shaun. I pulled these decent lines from really awful poems in my Keep or Kill folder, then buried those poems in the backyard. They definitely weren’t up to scratch.
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Is this something you do towards the end of each year?
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It’s a random thing. I don’t have enough wine to do this regularly. First, I have to learn how to drink…..
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Is it difficult, trashing your work? I would find that hard to impossible
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I’m my own worst critic, and if it were only up to me, none of my poems would survive. Luckily, I have a couple of poet friends who are willing to read my poems, and let me know if I sent them a real stinker.
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harsh! I think I err too far the other way…toss it off, publish it, done.
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Maybe your way is better.
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I’m relearning the art of drafting with my current mentor. I think there’s a place for both ways
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I rarely ever write a first draft. I reread my piece a time or two and correct any big boo boos. The poem then publishes or perishes in my Keep or Kill folder.
You’ll have to let me know how you progress. Lucky you, having a mentor!
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