In an ongoing series, the editors, former contributors, and readers of Eclectica have been invited to write a poem containing four pre-chosen words. The words for this issue are funeral, impartial, reputation, and footsteps.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are drape, harpoon, lullaby, and garden.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole poem)
Two Word Poems
There's nothing big at stake,
except maybe my reputation
It's not until numbness clutches at stems
and amour falls to ground,
that naked loneliness takes hold
Barbara De Franceschi
This is the poem that happens when the man who must belong to the dog is dead asleep in a bus shelter
filled with legendary
are lingering spirits
Clocks: No Time for a Funeral
I like grandfathers best,
so I can cut off their hands
when they steal time.
the woman steps out.
she is me. exactly me right down to the dress.
she points the gun at me and fires
Let's go visit Millie
Funny how he went fifteen months
without speaking to her, yet he wants to see if the rosebush
his ex-wife planted still grows above her head.
An Old Crush Takes a Picture in the National Archaeological Museum of Naples
what she is writing
with the stylus she holds to her lips might
be household accounts