Write a poem that talks back to a dead poet. That is the prompt Daniel Ari suggested for Day 8 of the November Poem-A-Day Chapbook project. The first poet who came to my mind was Edgar Allan Poe, of course. Why of course? I’m not sure. Maybe because he is one of my most favorite poets, maybe because he was Capricorn, or because he was prone to depression and despair… just like me. Hopefully, I’m not to meet such an awful end as him. I can only hope that, because some 18 months ago a translator and poet acquaintance of mine met just that same kind of end. The gruesome thing is that I translated some of her poetry in English and one of the poems started just like a description of the place she was found. I think of that all to often. … Uhm, let’s go to the poem, though.
“We loved with a love that was more than love” – Edgar Allan Poe
How would one know the quantity and quality of love?
Writing a Circular poem for today, Day 7 of the November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge means we have to either write about something circular, or in a circular form, or whatever we prefer to associate “circular” with. This is a great prompt and I enjoyed it very much.
Are you trying to remind me of those wheels featuring in that sweet short rhyme? Are those wheels the ones of my fortune rolling endlessly ahead never stopping their roll their run their smooth and gliding forward Move and leave behind all that chance has witnessed overboard?
Do I understand Those wheels Resemble The path my scribbling wisdom took? The tipsy driver Gets them zig-zag Through the mist Of love and moons.