Adam Penna (10 Poems)

Originally posted on Underfoot Poetry:
How to Worship Today, a thousand fallen leaves: some yellow, some red, some green, some circling the trees. They teach us how to worship, and the wind— it lifts the worshippers. It whips them up. They seem hysterical with happiness. I am hysterical with happiness. The sun shines on my…

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i’ll know you’re coming by…

The question mark defines our humanity, we are human because we have questions. Ask questions, always. Hang your humanity on it. i’m working a lot on sonnets these days; it is a wonderful form. ∞ i’ll know you’re coming by | the momentary dip in light. Describe yourself in the space of a quatrain. i’ll…

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The curated aside of modern man…

There is a rhyme scheme here in this sonnet, but it isn’t a pattern & the counterpoint is a line early. There is a tacit subtext between the words which rhyme, developing the function of the poem at a subtler level. These have been orchestrated, but they may have (& so i encourage) relations you…

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Comfort Girl Soliloquy

Sometime ago, not long after we opened the guesthouse a Korean American fella & two women he was working with visited me. They were working on an art project to raise awareness & address the horror experienced by comfort women during the Japanese occupation of Korea. They told me a little about what they went…

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Power Soliloquy

Been in Seoul where there is a never staunched flood of power in innumerable manifestations; so this poem seems a fitting expression of the contrast in power between city & country, though it doesn’t directly deal with that, this is an abstract expression of what power stands for to me. This sonnet is the closest…

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dead Jindo soliloquy

i hope Tim Miller at wordandsilence doesn’t mind that i quote his long poem To the House of the Sun in a sonnet about a dead Jindo? Dead Jindo Soliloquy Maggots dripping from its black mouth like molten Bramley oozing from a split in pastry. A white hire car likely hit it: 99% more traffic…

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god soliloquy

This is the last of the revised sonnets, from here on out it’ll be new sonnets. god soliloquy When young & waif like with a library, i thought, without the help of any books, about particles organized by seeing, the actions of unconscious design, detecting indecisiveness in roundabout ways, the up-until the observation starts— &…

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weed puller’s soliloquy

Weed Puller’s Soliloquy Time for weeding. For bulbs to stretch their limbs. For seeds to unzip skins & crack smiles. After days spent plucking weeds i’m beginning to realize their intelligence & cunning. i see how Roethke came to respect them : so barefaced, in plain sight of the po-faced Camellias — one weed dresses…

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pace soliloquy

Again. Trying to get all the revised sonnets up before i start putting new ones up. pace soliloquy The palm tree creaks a slow motion smile— i woke up different. Much changed. Much. Much. World’s my pace. Think right. Glue on my tongue. Not grinding molars like a fist of coins. No care if the…

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