The Stafford Challenge Month 7 and 9: 14 Lines or Longer

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Going from 10 words or less to fourteen lines or longer was a challenge I wanted to give myself.  I thought it's the perfect length because I could surely write two sonnets a day.  

Nope.

I love a good form poem, especially a sonnet, but it's not my strong suit in two a day challenges.  Instead, I just let the thought extend further to see where it took me.  Two things helped in this challenge.

1.  During this time, the Remarkable Paper Pro Move came out.  It's an e-writing tablet that can fit in my pocket.  I take this everywhere, and I'm able to write in places like restaurants, in my car at the beach, at work.  It's definitely made it possible to jot down whatever thought that crosses my mind.

2. On October 4th, I was invited by Rachelle Escamilla to come down to the Monterey Bay Aquarium at night from 7:00-11:00 to see her read.  I've been to the Aquarium many times in the day.  It was when I was there three years ago I decided that I wanted to try to compile a collection.  I was there earlier in Monterey year to be a reader for multiple events, thanks again Rachelle Escamilla, and going to the Aquarium was the last thing I did before heading up to San Francisco.  This is just to say I love Aquariums.

From the moment, I got in the door at 7:00 until 10:55, I walked around, sat down, lay down at the aquarium.  I also wrote sixteen poems which put me at being caught up and having six more poems as a buffer that I used three days after this event.

I used my Remarkable Paper Pro Move to write.  Although it could translate what I write into legible text, I'm stubborn and prefer to retype poems which I haven't made time for yet.

For the next month, I'm not sure what to do since there'll be many different things changing in my life within the next month: professional, and personal.

I can only hope that I can keep up in some way.   

Anyways, an example for this month prompt of 14 lines or longer:

 

Reading Bios

of poets that I read.  It’s easier with AI

now as it scuttles on the sea floor

looking for tidbits.  But they all feel

the same temperature in the sand

and the wrecks:  a certain coldness

that escape fingertips -- a turned

glance from sirens, parts of Hart

Crane crashing with the waves.  

Hart, what did you feel as you rested

your hand on another word that

you wanted more meaning for

like reluctantly shaking the hands 

of a one night stand.  If you found

a marriage of similar beats, would 

that have stopped you from floating?