Another Zumwalt quote
When art imitates life by eating and reproducing, we are in trouble.
– Zumwalt.
When art imitates life by eating and reproducing, we are in trouble.
– Zumwalt.
nevermore
Missing
the dead
more than,
I suspect,
they miss me,
I somberly reflect:
the most recent,
smell terribly
and the long departed
are more like fallow soil
than fellow souls;
I don’t want
them to stagger
and
stumble
like the living dead
or
communicate to me while
their face parts fall off;
I want to be around
them like when
they were at
their best.
And so
I go
to
memory,
that slippery, somewhat
unscrupulous,
disobedient
vagabond
that tells the same stories and strays from the truth far too often —
each torturous tangle with memory
takes
something
away
and provides nothing new —
this is no consolation for so many losses,
just needless punishment
for keeping company
with
the only companion
that cannot die
but only
de-
ter-
i-
o-
rate.
— Zumwalt (2016)
call center conversations
reciting written scripts
chattering cattle, chewing and spieling
windward whirling, wheeling and dealing
nouns, adjectives, action verbs
headers, disclaimers, inertia verbs
in this tornado of tomato and avocado
of spineless bombast and spiritless bravado
words take slushy, slippery substance
ringing, plinking, plunking, plucking
abrasively invasive: pocket knives and poison ivy
sarah stays the course, naturally
jessie talks her to the ledge, persuasively
It is a bleak, dark, ever-dimming landscape
Pulling all light in and letting out nothing in return
It is a empty, hollow, endlessly winding corridor
Leading ontologically onward with no chance of finality or redemption
one day, the dentist’s drill locks in and won’t let go
one hour, the need to know triumphs over the need to be known
she, sarah, held her course, intentionally
he, jessie, led with talk, aggressively
invasively
inexorably
knowing that enough noise numbs the nerves effectively
permanently
closing the sale
closing the call
but most significantly
closing the office
— Zumwalt (2015)
deleterious habitat
hot southern heat
baking your alaska
the smog fills your
lungs like sand
in a dersadrop humidifier
breathing is a function
and we are approaching an asymptote
three toed sloths trek through the treptremanian soil
burning air and burning phylum
cough…
cough…
cough…
It is time to let me out.
— Zumwalt (1974)
A poem without
a title
rhyme
meter
or proper punctuation
— Zumwalt (2012)
There is so much to give thanks for this year, both in my personal life and regarding this zumpoems.com site.
Thanks for all those that have visited here! Special thanks for those that take the time to “like” or rate the poems or comment. This is just a wonderful treat.
I never expected so much traffic to this site or so many subscribers. Very thankful for the wider exposure this has given Zumwalt and many of Zumwalt’s poems.
Thanks to wordpress.com for proving such an excellent, easy to use platform.
Special thanks to WordPress for featuring this site this week at http://en.wordpress.com/tag/poetry/ (Feature on top right.)
Special thanks to those that have nominated this blog for the Leibster award. That is a great honor. I have debated about following the instructions of these nominations and creating a post of five blogs, but cannot choose only five from the many, many great sites out there. I have tried to provide a platform for showcasing blogs at http://choiceposts.wordpress.com but I know it is not the same, and the traffic is still relatively low, so not much of a way of providing recognition. Maybe one day… 🙂
Please take a look at those blogs in my blogroll — those are just some of the many great poetry blogs out there. Also have tried to provide links of must read poems at Excellent Articles and Posts.
The best part of blogging has been discovering the wealth of great poetry and articles out there. I never realized how many truly talented poets are out there until starting up this site. I am amazed at people like Brian and claudia that are doing so much to further encourage so many poets (check out their http://dversepoets.com/ site if you haven’t already.) Particularly wish to acknowledge those that always find the time to visit so many poetry sites and provide such encouraging comments to the poets they visit.
Poetry is an activity like jogging or playing tennis that one can do for their own enjoyment, and that in itself is a justification for creating poetry. I particularly admire those that take this activity to the next level, crafting, revising and ultimately creating poems that provide inspiration, joy or just fun entertainment to others. I have found at least a hundred such poets out there, and for me, many of them are creating work much more interesting than the work found in poetry journals.
So, thank you for visiting, and for those that maintain a blog site, thank you even more!
Wishing all that visit, or avoid visiting, or plain don’t know about this site, a Happy Thanksgiving. That applies to everyone, in all countries, even those that have never eaten Turkey (or tofu-Turkey) and never plan to!
If you haven’t visited recently, please check out the latest entry at choiceposts.
Traffic is still pretty low, so promoting it for now on this site. Eventually, choiceposts.wordpress.com will be a great place to shop to find blogs of interest — one just chooses the category and see if they like and relate to the author’s top post — if so, they maybe read the other links for that author and end up following the blog. WordPress doesn’t have anything like this — maybe this will get them to do this themselves and I can stop. Until then, would like to add a post every week or so.
At present nothing queued up for next week. If interested in being showcased just follow the instructions!
This is not just for poetry blogs so feel free to recommend this process to others. If you find a site you really love, feel free to direct them to this link for instructions at choiceposts! Would like to add a good photography site, good science site, good music site, etc.
Wednesday Poetry Challenge #2
With this challenge, you take the prose selection you reformatted for Challenge #1 and convert it into a poem, based on your definition of poem.
For example,
If you found the following prose selection initially:
Time has come for us to leave this island: a way to do such must be discovered.
and reformatted it to
Time has come
for us to leave this island:
a way to do such
must be discovered.
Then your next step is to convert from poetic prose to pure poem.
What is a poem? What is poetry? This is based on your own definition and sense of aesthetics.
You may chose to convert the text into poetry by imposing regular meter on the text:
We seek a ship to sail us from this place
And steer us on a course that takes us home
or maybe both meter and rhyme:
We seek a ship to sail us from this shore
to take us to the home we knew before
or maybe you are more inclined to an expressive open style:
Time
Time
Time
Ticking
Like the restless heart
Informing us
We must move on —
Leave this island.
Now.
Taking the example from the opening of Theodor Dreiser’s American Tragedy:
Dusk–of a summer night.
And the tall walls of the commercial heart of an American city of perhaps 400,000 inhabitants–such walls as in time may linger as a mere fable.
And up the broad street, now comparatively hushed, a little band of six,–a man of about fifty, short, stout, with bushy hair protruding from under a round black felt hat, a most unimportant-looking person, who carried a small portable organ such as is customarily used by street preachers and singers. And with him a woman perhaps five years his junior, taller, not so broad, but solid of frame and vigorous, very plain in face and dress, and yet not homely, leading with one hand a small boy of seven and in the other carrying a Bible and several hymn books. With these three, but walking independently behind, was a girl of fifteen, a boy of twelve and another girl of nine, all following obediently, but not too enthusiastically, in the wake of the others.
might become
Beneath the dusk some summer night
the stretched up walls of citizens:
such walls in time as lingering tales.
And up a nearby spacious street,
hushed compared to others near,
now walks a little band of six, —
a male past fifty, short and stout,
with hair extending shyly out
from black felt hat tilting east,
an average man, a normal man
with music from an accordion.
And at his right side walks a woman
perhaps five years still his junior,
taller, well-figured, not so broad,
but solid of frame and vigorous,
very plain in face and dress,
and yet attractive in modest ways,
leading with her hand a boy of seven
her other led by hymns and Gospel.
etc.
So simply take your formatted text from the last challenge and rework it to meet your standards for poetry. You can stop when you consider it to be a poem (as above examples), or keep working it until you consider it a good or even excellent poem.
For additional details, please reference to Challenge #1 and Wednesday Poetry Challenge Introduction.
There is no time limit here, these challenges are open until site is forcibly closed down.
To link to you post
CLICK ON Mr. Linky IMAGE BELOW:
SUMMARY:
1. Click on green “Mister Linky” link above.
2. Enter the URL (address of response not of your website) of your post or page that has your response to this challenge. (The poem you created from the prose you selected.)
3. For this challenge, take your reformatted passage from a novel, short story or essay and add, modify and add words to keep same general meaning but to make it a real poem based on your own definition of poetry.
4. Anyone that wishes to see anyone’s examples, can click on the Mister Linky link above to view any and all of responses.

Very excited that one of the many fine WordPress bloggers, willowdot21, has submitted a set of links to be featured at Choicposts.com
This takes courage to be the first, especially when we have a blog like this one that contains many personal thoughts and expressions.
I encourage you to go to http://choiceposts.wordpress.com/2011/10/16/willowdot21-an-insight-to-a-heart-mind-and-soul/ and then explore the listed links.
More than that, I encourage you to explore the site. Several of the more recent posts, written in a poetry/prose format (let’s call this “prositry”) would make great material for a children’s book. Here are additional links: