Read + Write Poetry: 12 April 2024

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Seven of Seiche

by Kelly Hambly

I can’t stop saying the word seiche.
It looks like saytch but sounds like saysh
like the shhhhush of distant night traffic.

Lake Erie seiched earlier this summer,
waves merged as great apexes and nodes
pushing the water far beyond one shore
as if its bowl had tilted and then slowly
over seven hours, like ocean tide, turned.

My life seiche was a seven-year itch,
a disturbance of the skin like mosquito bites
a surface tension, a constant irritation
of unmet needs creating waves that caused
my marriage container to tilt and spill us out.

Seven minutes in heaven, two bodies
nervous in the laundry room while
the rest of the party sits in a circle
counting on a Micky Mouse Swatch
with a damp yellow jelly wrist band.

Seven Times the Sun a Waldorf book
of seasonal prayers and rituals
for families unsure of how tides work
and seven is an optimal prime number
that can’t be expressed as the product
of two smaller natural numbers.

Is a wife, a husband, natural – is a family,
in the end, only that which stays together.
Seven times the habits of highly effective people
seven days in the week, colors in the rainbow
notes on the diatonic scale, continents, chakras.

The average human mind retains, at most,
seven things at once, but how many phone
numbers do any of us really know by heart.

The series 697-8737 can’t spin seven digits
through time to ring that hard-wired line,
attached to my mother’s yellow kitchen wall
and warn me of the tides I must learn to ride.

Seven stages of grief, spots on Ladybug’s wings
seven neck bones in more mammals than not,
and celestial bodies visible to our naked eye.

I’m scanning the day’s surface for wave patterns
that push against me as I move through his town
feel my container, my bowl, tilting, tilting, tilting.

If I’m in the cold water when the seiche begins
and watch the tide recede from some other shore
I wonder if it will it be by chance or by design.

Seven of Seiche by Kelly Hambly. 2024. Used by permission of the author.

About the Author

Kelly Hambly is a New Englander living in Kent, Ohio, where she writes poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction when she is not churning out marketing and advertising copy for clients across the United States. Her writing has appeared in Decade’s Review, Olney Magazine, Unlost Journal, and the anthology How Running Changed My Life. Find her on Instagram @kellyjhambly.

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Laurie K

Thank you for this haunting poem, Kelly. I experienced my first seiche on Lake Erie last January. It was wild.

Sam S

Embezzlers smuggled juggling
kangaroos into the country of Mafungo
flummoxing over forged torts
forcing entangling enablers
to fumble over formidable fortifications
and corroded forks

Frank E.

Ssssss

Sally sells sea shells.
Sammy says Sally steals.
Sarah shakes salt shakers.
Sue supports saving seals.

Sandra shops small stores.
Steven sells stolen shoes.
Stuart shears stinky sheep.
Seth stirs simmering stews

Sleazy strippers sell sex.
Small snakes softly slither
Students sport silly sneakers
Shots shock sleeping sisters.

V. Suchan

Matins Matrix-Meadow Musing Ms

Magenta mornings measure
maidens madness-malady.
Magnet, malmsey, magma.
Mango, mandrake, mandolin.

Mania manifold & manifest
manna marvel-marbled
masted, matching mustached
mata-mouth. Mash-and-marry?

Madonna Magna Malapropos,
maenads malleable majesty.
Manbo mamba magnified.
Mammona. Mans manacles,

moons marigold-cum-moor
& mare & market-marque
& marina, manu-scriptus,
marauded & marooned.

Tovli

Mirror: Haiku Tautogram-Chain

I.
Moldovan mudslide.
Midnight memories. Missing
moments. Moths. Music.
II.
Its immediate.
Invasion. Isolation.
Ignored inclusion.
III.
Shred spring. Start singing.
Sleep silently, step softly.
Social systemic

situation. Shots
someone sang, Security.
Someone sang, Selfish.
IV.
Selfish! someone sang.
Security! someone sang.
Shots. Situation:

systemic. Social.
Softly step. Silently sleep.
Singing. Start spring. Shred.
V.
Inclusion Ignored.
Isolation. Invasion.
Immediate. Its
VI.
...music. Moths. Moments.
Missing memories. Midnight
Moldovan mudslide.


Tovli 2024

Deborah Taddeo

I love the use of the lake Erie phenomenon in your poem. Haven't we all had our bowls tilt our life poured out. Watching to see what remains. Love your poem.