Today’s new word:
ipseity n. selfhood; individual identity.
National Poetry Writing Month prompt:
Write a poem that starts from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather phenomenon.
Writer’s Digest April PAD (poem a day) challenge:
Write a lone poem. Perhaps the poem is about a solitary wanderer or person who just prefers to go it alone.
My poem
Whatever It Is
It’s not the heat it’s the humidity
the frustrating accumulation of droplets of sweat before even grabbing a towel after a cold water shower, losing ipseity in the hopelessness of the dark triangles under armpits along backs under breasts where bellies can’t hide against fabric, perspiration can’t and won’t relinquish the damp, moist, swampy, Petri dish of microbial life
Yeah you right
It’s not the heat it’s the stupidity
the brain beating endless summer of torrential sunbeams pounding and pounding at damp flesh, glassy-eyed, immobile, barely functioning bodies swimming from one air conditioner to the next like sharks focused on survival, the shot-gun blast filling the electric sky promises short-term relief, heavy drops blending all the sweat marks into one is but lagniappe
Laissez les bon temps arriver bientôt!
Reading
Today’s poetry book for inspiration is Fast: Poems
Love it. I have a new word now. I live in the tropics, in Vietnam. We only use a.c. in the bedroom. After about 5 months, your body adjusts to the humidity and you don’t drip with sweat anymore. I’m so glad! Found you through AtoZ. Come help me write a new story every day!
Doesn’t Speak Klingon
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Yes, I wrote about dry heat. I love my desert heat we were way too cold this winter.
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