Black or White


April 29, 2018
Welcome back, everyone, for the penultimate day of Na/GloPoWriMo Day 29. I hope today you’ll be writing your 29th poem of the month! And even if it’s only your tenth, or even your first, well, that’s more poems than you started with, isn’t it?
Our featured participant today is What Rhymes with Stanza, where the postcard poem for Day Twenty-Eight is a pun-filled prose poem actually laid out as a postcard.
Today we have new interview (and our last for this year!), with the poet Chris Tonelli’s, whose second full-length poetry collection, Whatever Stasis, is just out from Barrelhouse Books. You can read some of Tonelli’s poetry here and here, and our interview with him here.
And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar. Simply pick a poem from the calendar, and then write a poem that responds or engages with your chosen Plath poem in some way.
Happy writing!

Sylvia Plath : Daddy

“You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot”

Black or White

my foot does not does not
like black nor even shoes
lives naked dewdrop nude
or sandals slippers flip-flops
white ballerina flats

white common color
holds all as one
no drama excels to impress
no lament of bad fortune
though many I guess
fall for that tune

synced (sinned old-fashioned
spelling for the spell) haunted
by hatred-hungry HHHHHs
Hitler you scream
why not Humboldt Hesse Haydn

black you say black repeat after me
my song of death you whisper
seduction of words shines ABC
poison sparkles snake scintillates
slips tongue teeth into consciousness
bastard black shoe-tree

barefoot holy hunger flame
why conjure up darkness
death easy sell facile fame
mainstream adored
favorite name

recognition’s re-con-naissance
no chance for victimhood
hood pulled over eye’s attraction
unconscious of its action
faults other passes buck

dances with death
shining words shame
brilliant glue
darkness’ beguiling game
moldy old shoe

possessed conjures mirrors
barbed-wire dance
deadly night-shadow
own undoing prance

mangled universe connives
freedom prefers light
struggles suffers strives
flows care gentle alive

walnut holds ivory rune
love hair silver-white
ride through cracked-open night
lit by paper moon

I do I do open window wide
flurry from wild cherry tree
silken snowflakes float inside
settle on my Sony.

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