Song du jour…

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Yep, been listening to Springsteen’s discography from 1973 to the present, in order. Once the video gets past the opening hype and settles into the song it’s great…

NaPoWriMo: Day 23

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I first started writing poetry when I was sixteen, I think, and then wrote a batch in the 80s to mid 90s, and then some in the early 2000s, and then not much after that: my mind was taken up with graduate school. When I started my current job I was fortunate enough to be assigned a creative writing course at both the undergraduate and graduate levels, so when I taught my first section of Creative Writing: Poetry (ENG 253) in the Spring 2009 semester I started writing again. I have a sample syllabus from my graduate creative writing course posted to this website. This poem and, actually, several that follow this week, especially those that follow recognized verse forms, were written during that period. I like the wordplay in this short poem.

The Gyre

The wisdom of passion is the wisdom of years,
The wisdom of stars, the movement of spheres,
Sharp twist of fate, sly turn of the screw,
The gyre impaling my heart upon you.

© James Rovira 2014

Song du jour…

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Let yourself feel it…

Guess

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FV

© James Rovira 2014

Yes, a bit of silliness today. . .

NaPoWriMo: Day 22

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My selections for the last week of NaPoWriMo include a rondeau, a villanelle, a sonnet, and assorted free verse.

Today’s poem is titled after a pair of fictional characters that I created for a short story titled “The Terminal Love of Neal Liszt and Sobie Iht.” I think the first version of this poem, which was about twice this length, was written around 2002-3.

The Love Song of Neal Liszt for Sobie Iht

a barely substantial image of a freckle-faced ghost
a ghost with green eyes that haunted me with hope  
i gained substance myself the sudden faint shudder 
of an old longing, the sudden warm embrace
of an old intimacy
the sudden palpable presence of an old friend
the sudden discovery of the soul you had once
once
then lost

more words.
		a stream.

dream images arose | i saw her in my dream
am i awake or asleep?
a wide moist smile, dark red, the color of blood,
lips that you want to consume you
and the love in just her eyes could stop your heart
if it wasn't just a dream | i pinched myself
for just a hint of my own substantiality
i awoke.

to more words
		a flowing river

				carrying me away

i felt a heart beat | is it mine or hers?
she dropped her face down into the longbrown cave of her hair
and buried my soul in the caverns of her heart
where it shone through her eyes
where it shone like sunlight through crevices in rock
where it shone like stars reflected against the deepblack face of God
where it shone 
		where i felt
				warmth.

© James Rovira 2014

Technological Existentialism

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One of my earliest poems, previously published in Cafe Bellas Artes and The Valencian. I’ve revised it here into a haiku sequence.

Technological Existentialism

Wandering numbly:
hungrily yearning for, need-
ing recognition.

I seek transformation
to high frequency emissions.
Expanding circle

flying light speed, landing
upon chrome trees. Traveling 
through black wires, then

Transforming to two 
technicolor dimensions
upon a black screen.

"What hath God wrought. What?":
I am televised:
therefore I am.

© James Rovira 2014

NaPoWriMo: Day 21

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from Song for America
Ohio

flat souled heart | broken 
on pity’s cold northern shores
pauses | for caught breath.

her green eyes flare pale 
tears | that blossom narcissus:
bent passiflora.  

sunrise pants | as her
hot dreams weigh down heavily |			
and rape what’s given.				

a leaf falls | lonely
nested chill winds breaking soft
for cold | yet to come.

© James Rovira 2014

Yes, I’d posted this during my haiku week, back on day four. But I’m posting it again because it’s part of the collection that I’m running this week.