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 ground, triangle, vision, and knit.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are well, dissolve, present, and bed.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole poem)
New Mexico Whiptail
In the early stretch of morning, thus
does the sun spill from within
my back drawn to pale yellow stripes.
puja (Spotlight Runner Up!)
she was a new canadian
but not so canadian
to put our dead in the ground
me in my room
torn between junior sainthood
and less spiritual aspirations
An Only Child
In moving currents we swim stroke for stroke,
I fish your deepest thoughts,
you net my silent dreams.
Barbara De Franceschi
Playing Mozart to My Garden
To get the best work from anyone
remove stress from their lives.
Same goes for flowering plants.
She taught us all to cook
with gestures and incantations.
Smoke, Onions, Loss
How I kept a secret
place out of sight, bowered
in the lilacs
How to Find Serenity in the Offseason
A moment of humility, or maybe you're still hungover
from keeping pace with those English kids on gap year
I Confide in the Snow Queen about My Divorce
My birthday hovers on the edge of winter,
and I've always felt it around me like snow about to fall.