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 chap, oregano, eraser, and feral. Below are the resulting selected poems.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the four new words are frontier, pool, rhubarb, and pulse. Send your poem(s) to firstname.lastname@example.org by September 1, 2004.
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She lays down in a nest of
wrestling puppies, and the sun
sets its eraser to all she has known.
Two Word Poems
How our lives reduce
to compost, and never for the sake
Palm Springs for the First Time
Here, in full blaze,
ripe as a prickly pear blossom,
I just might become one
with a high-noon shadow
Amy Crane Johnson
Sometimes Mothers are Insane
Mornings like this,
the clocks have swift
their fingers: Hurry up!
Through the hot desert winds,
the imam chants the call to prayer—
white-robed men of the town, all
bowing together, saying the same things
The chap in the market wraps up the herbs,
unaware of the trigger he has pulled.
Today he is back to being
a muttering fester,
this El Greco who lives next door.
Barbara De Franceschi
My analyst claims I have to stop this
loser act. She can be feral on her bad days.
By early February I had planted perennials,
rosemary, Echinacea, oregano (the Greek kind)
and in April we were tossing salads
Lost on an Afternoon Hike
our bellies; we dream roasts
Deborah P. Kolodji