Trilobite: Words on Wednesdays

Okay. Yes. I’m aware that I’m posting this on Thursday. I blame it on my closing shift — bloody day jobs. This week at The Write Practice I took a stab at some Spec Poetry.

Trilobite

Noun

  1. any of numerous extinct Paleozoic marine arthropods (group Trilobita) having the segments of the body divided by furrows on the dorsal surface into three lobes

Reverb shakes the water column;

a cascade of pressure reception, too close.

Straining water flexes weakened cuticle.

A trilobite hunkers in, rolling, enrolling;

tumbling away, just in time.

Compound eyes tac an escape.

Hungry ones roll into view;

flaps churn along a sinuous body.

A wave, juddering trilobite-ian senses.

Down and down;

a fragile underside limb tongues between dorsal sutures.

A gill tasting, breathing.

Guzzling to fuel greedy instinct.

Clamps closed again, not swimming;

Diving

Sinking

Fleeing

A trilobite relies on a flicker’s reaction.

A trilobite trusts the appraisal of intuition.

There is no time for hope;

but if he did, the trilobite would certainly cheer

for stiffened spines –

When Opabinia scuttles close for another pass.

Heartfelt Lyrics

Today’s The Write Practice has us playing the part of musician, with a little help from Carl Dylan. Check some of his sage advice on the subject of wrangling the muse. It’s invaluable, and can be applied to writers of all stripes. (I can never get enough of Thomas Jefferson quotes)

Besides, who hasn’t wanted to be like Paul McCartney or Elton John and pump out a moving ballad about love?

The actual writing practice of The Write Practice is to spend 15 minutes slaving over four lines of music. You’d actually be surprised at how much time can be invested in something so ‘simple’.

Here’s what I came up with.

Sorrow’s well reflects her eyes
Static time crackles on; (all we’ve ever known)
This loneliness pokes and pries
Yet I’d wait forever; (locked with you in stone)

Ah, long distance relationships.

I also want to thank my own special someone, without whose patience and complete love, I literally couldn’t survive. Two years isn’t enough. This is just the beginning.