Saturday morning I realized that I had written no poems for the week--my goal is to write 2 poems a week, usually on Tuesday and Thursday. My plan has been to use the week-end to catch up, if necessary.
I was feeling a bit uninspired, a bit blah. So I did what I normally do: I went to a few websites to see what other poets have been up to.
My favorite is Dave Bonta's Via Negativa site. There I found Luisa Igloria's "What can you do with day old bread?" It's so much more than a list of possibilities like feeding birds. I thought of bread pudding. I briefly wanted to be distracted from my writing blahs by making dessert.
Her poem was inspired by Dave Bonta's erasure poem, "Inner city" with these lines that felt evocative:
"in the city is a city missing bread
for the swan on the water"
I thought about feeding the birds with bread, and my brain went to our post-worship service practice of dumping consecrated wine in the butterfly garden at church and sprinkling crumbs of consecrated pita bread across the ground. And finally, a poem was born.
I briefly worried that I'd already written something similar. If so, I can't find that poem. I did write a poem about consecrated wine going down the drain (see this post).
I sent the poem to Dave Bonta, and he published it on his site--to read it, go here.
And then, I went on to write another poem--my weekly quota in one day! The second poem considers our current obsession with culling carbohydrates from our food intake--what does this mean for our sacramental practices? How does it look to countries that are so parched from drought that nothing will grow in the dehydrated soil?
Here we are, at a new week. Let me be on the lookout for poetry possibilities!
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