Crg Hill's poetry scorecard

Bulls' eyes

 

bull's eye

filling the voice, avoiding the fill

she hasn't been

running smoothly,

a catch in her purr

 

he opens her up

checks her fluids

his sleek shiny

 

Mustang

black-gray

gray

the blue's gone

swipe of blues

though I hear

the landing gear drop

from planes 

I can't see

from 10 X 10

1

 

for Noah Eli Gordon

 

The barking dog

The yellow breadloaf cat

The dusk

The inevitable dusting

The black car east

the black car west

woman driver smiling

The itch on the upper abdomen

the itch in the space

between scrotum and thigh

the itch on the forearm

The passersby holding hands

the passerby swiveling hips

The black and white cat grooming

The darkening dark

The wrinkled table cloth

The sewing machine unused

the quilt unfinished

The open calendar

The flat list

The white car west

The sound of tires

the tire of sounds

The garage door motor

The yellow cat’s glance

The yellow cat’s blink

The black and white cat’s tail thumping

The kitchen drawer closing

The tennis shoes on the kitchen floor

The refrigerator opening

The thought of making art as a parent

The thought of parenting art

The awkward runner

The New York Times

 

Raworth's Humor

Humor's always been a part of Raworth's poetics, but it's more than below the surface in Windmills in Flames. Take the first two stanza of "Envoi": 

I could go on like this all day

Ti-tum ti-tum and doodly-ay

With every now and then a glance

To see if I've still on my pants

And if I have, if that stain's jism

Or just a trace of modernism.

 

For isn't this what poetry is?...

A raincoat over similes

You've seen before... FLASH...look again

The same. No need to strain your brain

Simply recline on the chaise lounge

And listen to the rhymes go bong.

moon below Scutum (scrotum?)

 

Mars and Saturn

half mast in Libra