May 2 2024
We ended National Poetry month at Prim Library in Incline Village (Tuesday, the 30th). The gorgeous @seemedisco emceed the event, and we all shared awesome poetry. It was wonderful to share poetry in a different venue. ❤️🎉❤️
April is National Poetry Month. I’m going to attempt to write one poem every day this month. Today’s poem: 30/30 for April 30th – YES!!! I did it! 30 days, 30 poems!
(I want to work on this one more, but I wanted to get one posted for the last day of poetry month!)
my salad days
It is one of my favorite scents
When the thick, sweet
Scent enters my nostrils
I get a dopamine hit to the brain
sending me back to my childhood
Summer days spent
Outside all day playing
Riding bikes
Climbing my Aunt Mary’s plumb trees
Plucking yellow and purple plums,
sitting on a tree limb to eat them
Not too many
Or you’d have to run to the bathroom
Remembering the time I jumped
from the trampoline
Landing in a gigantic bed of fire ants
My Aunt Mary
Rushed me in the house
Tore off my clothes
Immersing me in a bathtub of cold water
Fire ant bites
HURT
Remembering the times
Helping my pappaw mow lawns
All the grandkids had to take turns helping him
It was hard work in that oppressive Mississippi heat
He always paid us for our help
Me and my cousin, Stephanie
Would walk to the tote-sum
Taking our time choosing penny candy
We’d leave with a good size bag of
Glorious sugar loaded treats
Remembering that time
My pappaw let me try
Some of his chewing tobacco
When I tell you I spit that shit
Out so fast
Nasty stuff!
It is one of my favorite scents
Honeysuckle
It reminds me of childhood summer days
Camilla Downs, 2024
Prompt: Think about your favourite scent. Write a poem depicting the things and activities it reminds you of.
April is National Poetry Month. I’m going to attempt to write one poem every day this month. Today’s poem: 29/30 for April 29th
Prompt: Meme poetry = Found poetry. I created this prompt, sparked by an idea from the poetry workshop I attended this past Sunday. I’ve grabbed sections of the memes I’ve saved, smooshing them into a poem along with some of my own words and some song titles.
do not drink me
You can miss something,
But not want it back
It takes more than inches
to reach a woman’s soul
Don’t try to explain yourself to idiots
You’re not the fuckface whisperer.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Why do you tell me lies?
Growing up in an unstable household
Means believing there’s something unlovable about you
Means seeking attention
Means oversharing with people you barely know
Means daydreaming of scenarios of people caring about you
Healing from things no one ever apologized for
Vacations are cool
But have you ever stayed home in
your comfy clothes and not spoken
to anyone for a week
Sometimes I wear my boogie shoes
To the grocery store
And I get down on it
Have you noticed that some people
get offended when you aren’t ashamed of
things they were taught to be ashamed of,
resenting you for not caring what
everybody thinks?
Normalize being okay with letting people
think whatever they want about you
New way to reply to emails
“Go away, never contact me again”
When I was in second grade
I lost my favorite pair of earrings
In the ditch at school
While waiting for my parent to pick me up
I was devastated
Crying until my eyes were so puffy
I could hardly see
Red ladybug earrings
with black spots
and a gold back
The distance you kept during my struggle
I’ll need to to double it during my success
If the vibes get weird
Move on
This is the end
of forced conversations
Friendships
Relationships
Attention
Love
If it’s forced
It’s not worth it
Don’t mistake kind people for doormats
They’ve seen a lot
Been through even more
When pushed
They will demonstrate the emotional strength
They’re capable of
Let’s raise our glass
to being born this way
Settling for trash people is over
Being alone is approximately 7,000,000
times better than sitting here
questioning your self worth because some
fucking loser doesn’t know how to respond to a text
Be done with spending too much time
analyzing the emotionally unavailable person
Walk away
Some people be like
You have good energy
Hold up
Let me get my straw
I didn’t know what I was in for
When I let go
Of the stories
And said,
YES.
Camilla Downs, 2024
April is National Poetry Month. I’m going to attempt to write one poem every day this month. Today’s poem: 28/30 for April 28th
ode to opulence
What are the real luxuries in life? Long walks and good books.
Slow mornings sipping coffee while listening to birds singing.
The ability to freely express myself, the best of all.
Camilla Downs, 2024
Prompt: Write a sijo poem (three lines, each averaging 14-16 syllables).
April is National Poetry Month. I’m going to attempt to write one poem every day this month. Today’s poem: 27/30 for April 27th
Parlor Games – Part 2
Perfect happiness
is being able to relax into life
Not needing to figure out on a daily basis
how to buy food, pay rent, purchase necessities
While also being a full-time single parent
To two kids with varying degrees of special needs
Everyone who knows me
Knows that I love to share hugs
Being attracted to those
who are not a good fit for me,
My ability to easily settle for less than I deserve —
These are traits in myself I do not like
I’m a punctilious person
I pay attention to details
I like information
I enjoy solving predicaments,
Reaching resolution,
Finding answers
One of my greatest
extravagances is
flavorful,
nutritious,
satisfying,
food and drink
My upper arms
My inner thighs
My stomach
I’m grateful to all of you
But I dislike y’all
That is amazing
Love this
Love that
Love it
Fuck
Shit
Words and phrases I overuse
Gen X
oozes from my feral pores
Leaving a trail of neon
Pink footprints
And the scent of strawberry lip gloss
Coating the air —
This, I treasure
The greatest loves of my life
Knowledge
Art —
Books
Poetry
Music
Paintings
Photography
My two kids —
Thomas Arthur
Lillian Paige
Myself —
and little Camilla
I am happiest when I am home
Sitting in a favorite spot
Reading
Writing
Watching
I am happiest when
I’m with like-minded folks
Who want me there with them
Who appreciate me
If I were to come back as
Something else after I die —
Honeysuckle
Trust
communication
intimacy —
I most value in friendships
Some of my early parenting choices
One of my greatest regrets
When it is time for me to die
I want simply to have a knowing that
my time has come to an end
with enough time to say goodbye to friends and family,
I’d like to peacefully drift to sleep,
never to wake again.
Camilla Downs, 2024
*Prompt: Write a poem based on the “Proust Questionnaire”.
April is National Poetry Month. I’m going to attempt to write one poem every day this month. Today’s poem: 26/30 for April 26th
Parlor Games – Part 1
I’m tired
I’m Irritated
I have a toothache
And I’m bloated from the chili
I had for dinner
Pure love is an art form
The artist not even aware they are creating
Reaching the finish line of life having
not said what I feel moved to say,
having not said what needed to be said,
having not experienced all I wish to experience
Is one of my greatest fears
I like it when the coffee cup
handles all face the same way
Liars,
manipulators,
those who spew forth a steady stream of bullshit,
Like they are truths,
These are traits I deplore in others
Modesty as it relates to behavior,
manner & appearance
is one of the most overrated virtues
Starts with a T
Ends with a D
Has stopped paying
Child support
A whopping $195 a month
He is refusing to follow the law
Pay until child graduates from high school
No matter if they turn 18-years-old before that
Five months behind now
I’m kind of despising you right now
Life motto:
Tell others what you need and want.
I’ve seen only good things
Come from doing this
I am happiest
When I am content
and when those around me
are content
I am happiest when
I’m out for a walk
Listening to music
Dancing
Raising my two kids alone
witnessing them as adults
being true to themselves
living life on their terms
Minus the shackles of conformity
This is my greatest achievement
Assertiveness —
My most marked characteristic
I dislike loud noises, being talked to
when I’m deep in thought,
or when I’m enjoying silence.
Before I die
I would like to walk the
Camino de Santiago
Camilla Downs, 2024
*Prompt: Write a poem based on the “Proust Questionnaire”.
April is National Poetry Month. I’m going to attempt to write one poem every day this month. Today’s poem: 25/30 for April 25th
hullabaloo while sleeping
It was a family gathering
With my Italian step-dad’s
extended family
I think it was Christmas
Everyone was excited
Dozens of conversations happening
All at once
I didn’t think I would have gifts
As it seemed as if no one really knew me
I turned around to find a pile of gifts
Addressed to me
With others urging me to open them
It was loud
Everyone was talking
Everyone was laughing
Did I mention all the pasta dishes?
Loads of pasta
Minutes later alarms were sounding
It was chaos
Everyone was scrambling to get
out of the house
There was a fire in one of the rooms
I did not evacuate
I decided to locate the cause of the fire
My laptop had caught on fire
I kept thinking
Why would my laptop spontaneously combust?
Was I writing too much?
Ha!
Somehow I put the fire out
My laptop still worked
But some of the keys were melted
Everyone began to calm down
I sat perplexed with a half-melted laptop
It was then that I woke up thinking
What the hell was that all about?
Dreams
An otherworldly experience
In the comfort of your own bed
Camilla Downs, 2024
Prompt: Write a poem that includes a one-word stanza, anywhere other than at the end. Combined with this one: Prompt: Write a poem about a dream.
April is National Poetry Month. I’m going to attempt to write one poem every day this month. Today’s poem: 24/30 for April 24th
you can’t see them (title from Jericho Brown’s “Lenoir”)
They don’t leave their
hiding places
Unless it’s dark
They hide in cracks and crevices
Behind appliances
Within cabinets and drawers
underneath the covers
Inside shoes
If it’s quiet
You can hear them
Scurrying across surfaces
Dark brown body
Their wings folded onto
The shiny slick back
Multiple thin legs
With a long pair of antennae
You can find them
In abundance
At a fishing camp
In Grande Isle, Louisiana
Inside one of the trailers
If you visit
Be sure to take along
A sleeping bag
One of those that
zips all the way around
You’ll want to zip yourself
Into it when the lights go out
If Aqua Net hairspray is still sold
Take some of that with you too
It’s a formidable weapon
If you go to war with them
Unless you have a strong stomach
I wouldn’t suggest stepping on them
Or squishing them with anything
The popping noise
And squished body
Just may cause you to vomit
When we are no longer
Roaming the earth
I guarantee you
This unpleasant creature will
Outlast the human race
Revolting
Vile
Vile
Vile
Icky
The Louisiana
flying cockroach
Camilla Downs, 2024
*Prompt: Jericho Brown’s poem Lenoir is strong and packed with powerful language. Use one line from this poem as a title.
Prompt: Meme poetry = Found poetry. I created this prompt, sparked by an idea from the poetry workshop I attended recently. I’ve grabbed sections of the memes I’ve saved, smooshing them into a poem along with some of my own words. I have so many, this is my 2nd meme poetry. One more to follow at some point.
Today was crap. I’ve been in crisis mode for most of the day. But I still wanted to create something. Found poetry is perfect for that. Wonky photo to match the wonky day.
April is National Poetry Month. I’m going to attempt to write one poem every day this month. Today’s poem: 23/30 for April 23rd
poem for a mess of a day
Moonlight in her eyes
She silently stepped out of the race
Finding her own lane
She’s a soul searcher, deep in thought,
Her eyes telling tales of mysterious adventures
You say she’s pretty
But if Dracula saw her on the streets of Romania
Would they be so mesmerized by her beauty
That they would start writing a bunch of poems
About how much they crave her body and her blood?
There are people who don’t get obsessed easily
And there are those who let things consume their entire soul
Stars in her hair
Cats
Hard-wood floors
Tokyo drifting
Friends that leave you feeling more alive
After you’re with them
Are magic in human form
PTSD = Spicy déjà vu
Be a wild one
A room-wrecker
A reality checker
A fire-tongued, fierce leader
Be wild-hearted
A world-changer
Use those skills
To stand up for
Yourself
Those you love
And perfect strangers
Magic on her lips
Do you ever
Debate with yourself
About keeping a cardboard box
Because it’s a really, really good box
Be unhinged
Wear fancy clothes to the grocery store
Yell things at bugs
Be free
Here’s to unbecoming all the things
We thought we were supposed to be
Camilla Downs, 2024
April is National Poetry Month. I’m going to attempt to write one poem every day this month. Today’s poem: 22/30 for April 22nd
time eats audacious love
By way of the imagination
Guided by the senses
You are an ocean of emotions
You smell like a crisp salty ocean breeze
With just a hint of lemon-coconut scented sunscreen
Fragrances that promise to sweep me away
To a sparsely populated tropical island
Freckled with palm trees
You sound like waves gently lapping the shore
Churning the sand
The susurration of the waves are
Mixed with the faint cry of seagulls
Whispering to me that all is well
In a melodic tone that hypnotizes me
Your delicate touch is like the velvety softness of
Golden beach sand
I can feel the sand kissing my body
sticking to my feet
In between my toes
Underneath my fingernails
And I think there’s sand in my mouth
You taste like a Pina colada
Refreshing and cool
And not too sweet
I already feel slightly buzzed
From the sugar-infused alcohol
When I look at you my shoulders instantly release the
tight connection they are trying to maintain with my ears
I feel my mind relax
Letting go of the jumbled thoughts
That scramble for my attention
You are one of my favorites
Teal
T
E
A
L
Teal
You are one of my favorites
Camilla Downs, 2024
**Prompt: Pick a colour. Use the 5 senses to explore and inhabit it.