Corporealitiness
Three-Word Haiku (Apologies to Paul and Gerard)
Note: I discovered the three-word challenge shared between Paul Stewart and Gerard DiLeo and felt I had to share my two (three?) cents.
Gentlemen, if I have overstepped with this, please let me know. My thoughts were racing and that combined with general fatigue allowed this to come out.
Apologies, folks...
-K.D.
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Hypochondriac!
Valetudinarian!
Biophobia?
Paul's Entry:
Gerard's Work:
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Jurassic Punk
Note: I have been experimenting with the poems I have created for this challenge, and I have a conundrum: one limerick and two haikus (what should I submit?). There is very little chance that I will win this one, so I am going to share all three with you here.
By Kendall Defoe about a month ago in Poets
making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskara day ago in Feast
Comments (11)
Lol, Great entry! Thank you for the laugh, Kendall.
This was both "whimsical" and cerebral!! Great work here Kendall!! Are you near the end of your semester yet?? I know the teacher fatigue is setting in hard for me as I lean on my coping mechanisms more, lately. 🍺 Hope you're weathering the storm alright!
Another great piece of work!
What the crap! Pure genius wrapped in...I don't know what. Where is this challenge, I have just the word. Very hahahahaha funny.
LOL...Kendall I love how your brain works and your sense of humour! And by all means, the more the merrier. You did not overstep the mark, only because you came up with such an incredible, telling and hilarious piece! Well done, sir!
This was funny
Oooo, valetudinarian and biophobia, those are new words for me! Loved your Haiku!
You made me laugh out loud, Kendall. The bear is a hoot!
OK, upping the ante: https://vocal.media/poets/fit-enough
Bravo!
ugh now i'm sucked into this....I blame paul! Great entry.