Winter Writing Marathon 2012 by Nicholas Sajjakulnukit

-Sleep

The darker shades of light glare down

On this alcove out of the way

This assortment of chairs that often ensnares

The Sleepy each coming day

I recall once that I once used

This lone corner as a base

To handle waiting for courses frustrating

In seclusion with plentiful space

Though the TV’s off and has been so

For as long as I can recently recall

Though Bumpers is silent from this distance

Even though it wasn’t last fall

This space still remains as a contradiction of sorts

Quietly active, yet loudly serene

Much like the light-dark of the lights dark above

There are two worlds here, if you know what I mean

“Where off to next?” is the question in mind

We still have quite some time left

A prop of some sort is what we’ll report

If we find something fuzzy to accept

But still I must say that the peace here is nice

It’s a far pleasant place late at night

For the bright morning hours where card games ensue

And are heard even from out of sight

-The Fuzz

Now at Bumpers are we, though it’s rather empty

Much more quiet than I can recall

Though to be perfectly fair, the Wii used to be there

Before it was broken last Fall

I suppose that this silence is due to compliance

To schedules that call all away

After all it is late and the busy have left

For their homes and their hearths on this day

The object of focus is off to my left

That stuffed bear I’ve often pondered

Though looking quite real, I can’t help but feel

That that oddity simply must have wandered

It seems out of place for such a fierce face

To take place in one place like here

Those who come this way seek only to play

With no interest in objects near

Though more stock is held in pursuits of arms

Over pursuits of hands due to screens

It may simply be the crowd that likes pursuits loud

I really can’t say what this means

The next focus seems like a focus for dreams

By which measure is “Quirky” decided?

Because by my scale, my own self would entail

An example for which I’m provided

-Wall

The next focus out here as we still persevere

(I wonder, have we lost our way?)

This that of the quirky or else something murky

From something a stranger would say

Though it seems they left upon seeing a crowd

Of silent specters watching him move

Without purpose clear, it would certainly appear

As if anywhere else would improve

I chose to perch here upon concrete wall

(I’d say it’s 6 foot or so?)

A change of perspective makes me more inflective

… I wonder next where we will go

-Library

The air’s getting colder as this day gets older

As we walk down the path further south

As words placed again feel known to my mouth

Perhaps my rhymes are made bolder

To be quite frank, I rarely come here

To dream among paper and text

I’m always headed to and fro with someplace to go

Some destination to aim for next

It’s oddly loud here with those vending machines

(And I find it odd we may consume)

And even if I knew it, I simply couldn’t do it

No food or drink is whay I assume

That’s 4 prompts explored, or maybe 5 in my case

Possibly 6, on second though

I suppose I can make seven if I were to return

With a vending machine snack I just bought

…

I’m back with a snack, as strange as it is

Fruit snacks make for one tasty treat

Quiero comer ahora, para un momento mas

Without further ado, Itadakimasu

-Jazz

It seems somewhat nostalgic to be sitting here

(I used to play jazz, don’t you know?)

Against what you’d bet, it was clarinet

At IA I used to play long ago

I can’t say I regret having shelved my old reeds

As I joked, “I lacked the hot air”

Needed to sustain the reedy refrain

And in truth, my heart wasn’t there

Still I can sometimes find some manner of thought

That encourages some alien beat

To take me by surprise when I improvise

Some alternative to tapping feet

The feeling resurges ad emerges as I kneel

In this orange-brown light darkened room

As an observer now, I am surprised to feel

The swing that still flows from that tune

-last

In this room to reflect, I don’t know what to expect

Especially upon this contraption

It’s like a swivel chair, but the desk is also there

And the wheels also spin from all action

We chose to introduce those who make up our group

After 5 places we have all shared

I suppose our focus has waned quite a bit

For some prompt that seems unprepared

We’ve fallen back to chatter to fill this last space

15 minutes remain in this time

Soon we’ll reconvene and converge at the scene

Where I began with this rhyme

These wandering words have found their place here

As my words start to cycle, mark for mark

For some idle whim, I’ve found this walk fun

As we started, Light fades to Dark.