“A Hero’s Words to Zelda” by Peter Chong

A Hero’s Words to Zelda

 by Peter Chong

In the video game The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, the hero Link tries to rescue Princess Zelda, who is holding the evil Ganon at bay and waiting for the hero to finally put an end to it all.

Those golden, silky threads
And those pointy ears protruding from the sides,
Your name itself, Zelda
Is enough to smite the fears that seek to swallow Hyrule.
You would think the sun to be the source of that radiance.
But that light has always concealed
The calamity looming over your head.
The pressure, a dark force crushing you beneath its dark heels.
His robe, wrapping you up until you suffocate.
That crown, demanding only excellence and perfection.
That crown, being your father.
Meanwhile, I am powerless, only to bow down beneath his feet,
To bend my head in shame as I can only listen to your knees hitting the ground
And teardrops being the only sound to break the silence. 

But I’ve been constructed to expel the parts that show weakness.
To serve the king diligently without question, is what a knight should do.
Even if I feel the slightest vibration in this vacant chest, I brush it off.
I raise my sword when harm wants to drive you deeper into pain
But when it comes time to seal away the demons that reside in your heart
A hero’s sword is worth nothing compared to words that can fix what has come apart 

And I remember our moments by the tree overlooking the castle
As I cut through the air in preparation for what lays ahead.
Nothing could prepare me for the next moment,
When you asked me, why do you stay so silent?
For a moment, I felt like a nonexistent past looped through my mind,
As we would stroll together through the woods
Picking sunshrooms and catching frogs,
It was like the breath of the wild was upon us
But only for a brief second.

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“Tour” of Poems for the Writing, Sponsored by the Doylestown Bookshop (July 14th, 2020)

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A Free Virtual Tour of Award-Winning Poetry Prompts with Valerie Fox and Lynn Levin, authors of Poems for the Writing: Prompts for Poets, Second Edition

On Zoom, Tuesday, July 14, 2020 at 2:00 p.m. An email invitation with Zoom meeting information will be sent to all who register. Participants are invited to join the Zoom meeting starting at 1:50 p.m. The event will start at 2:00 p.m. sharp. The virtual book tour will last 20-30 minutes and will be followed by a Q&A with the authors.   

Please RSVP via the Eventbrite link:
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/virtual-tour-of-award-winning-poetry-prompts-with-valerie-fox-lynn-levin-tickets-112243445166

Valerie Fox (The Rorschach Factory, The Glass Book) and Lynn Levin (The Minor Virtues, Miss Plastique), co-authors of Poems for the Writing: Prompts for Poets, Second Edition, a finalist in Writing/Publishing in the 2020 Next Generation Indie Book Awards, will inspire you with their classroom and workshop-tested poetry prompts. If you are a poet, this sampler from the book will reward you with a trove of ideas to enhance your practice of poetry. If you are a teacher of creative writing at the middle school, high school, or college level, you will pick up exciting new tips that will add both depth and fun to your lesson plans. Be prepared to take notes and be inspired. Copies of Poems for the Writing: Prompts for Poets, Second Edition (Texture, 2020) are available in-store or online at the Doylestown Bookshop. Click here for more information.

 

Day6 – Moonrise (by Briyanna Hymms)

Briyanna Hymms

Day6 – Moonrise

  1. Better Better,
       i liked you best;
       have you come up with an excuse for me?
  1. I Like You
       though i think we keep dancing
    in circles
  1. What Can I Do
       except stay in my routine?
    i’m not going to break my own comfort for you
  1. I’ll Remember
       all the missed moments,
    all the stolen stares
  1. Whatever!
       stop this, you’re leaving soon!
    he gave no hints anyways
  1. Be Lazy
       be cautious, be careless, be myself
       maybe the cycle will never break
  1. Hi Hello
       yes, it started this way
       you never asked me my name then
  1. I Loved You
       but perhaps its the same way i loved
    everyone who came into my heart
  1. When You Love Someone
       doesn’t it show in your eyes?
    i thought everyone could read mine
  1. All Alone
       in this sterile room
    i have so much space to think
  1. Pouring
       out all my thoughts onto graph paper
    i’m trying to reach a conclusion
  1. I Need Somebody
       i needed a body
    it would be unfair if i “loved” you
  1. I’ll Try
       to stop myself from going farther
    beyond just physical affection

 

 

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Note: Hymms’ poem relies on song titles from Day6’s album, Moonrise. For more on this strategy, view this blog-post:
https://poemsforthewriting.com/2017/01/04/musical-echoes-1/

 

Cento Stitched from Spoken-Word Poems

 

Cento Stitched from Spoken-Word Poems

 

As I elongated each minute
This adventure became a tragedy
And to celebrate I’ll plant a tree.
We going make it out the mud.
Ideas piled up bodies on the ladder to discovery of nothing
Choked by the void between you and me.
You see the covers of the cold-blooded and the unfazed:
Didn’t you know the world would hate you
Before you even knew there was something
Inside you worth the hating?
But flowers still thrive in the same ground
Where the dead are buried
In a box collapsed under the strain of my last hopes and dreams.
Nobody will know the extent of your hurt.
They’re all so much happier than you.
How do you look from their point of view?
Time for some water.
More drunk isn’t hotter.
To what do I owe the days?
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By Sarah Goldberg, Tommy Begley, Eliot Precetti, Henry Williams, James Gosfield, Michelle Zhong, Io Zhong, Wills Martin, Weid Hassan, Julia McNeill, Graham Myhill, Josh Rouzer, Seth Lobo, and Elliot Richards.

Explanatory note by Lynn Levin, Drexel University: We covered rap poems and spoken-word poems in my advanced poetry-writing class at Drexel University the summer of 2019. The class presented their poems in an improvisational fashion. We began by having one student read his poem. The class listened carefully to the poem, and then the student whose poem related in some way thematically or imagistically to the first read her poem. We continued in this fashion of reading by connected texts until all the students had shared their work. As each student read his or her poem, he or she was asked to write one line from the poem on our cento-building sheet. Then I typed up the lines on the cento sheet. What emerged was an intense poem of philosophical and emotional angst. I borrowed this improv and cento technique from Hayden Saunier’s poetry troupe No River Twice.