08 Mar 2014
in Poetry, Something Borrowed, Something New
Tags: Are not the joys of morning sweeter, Poetry, To Nobodaddy, William Blake
But those who burn with vig’rous youth
Pluck fruits before the light.–William Blake
Let’s raise a glass to the shadow on the wall–
I turned to look and he wasn’t there at all,
Just a child screaming from the crib
And skeletal mother: bony Adam’s rib.
He’s out there somewhere, mingling with the dark,
An alpha male, a predator, a shark–
His razor teeth form quite the brilliant smile;
He swims everywhere but down the church’s aisle.
27 Jan 2014
in Acrostic, Poetry, What's In A Name?
Tags: Poetry, Tim Goldsmith
To me, he’s a person of place—a rooted geography,
In all ways present on the mountain and the valley,
Moved by something deeper, beyond his feet—
Galvanized from the core, the center of creation,
Ore overflowing, a wellspring culmination:
Loosed like a geyser, not a slow percolation
Dripping weakly from a leaky demarcation.
Spirit flowing through him is strong vivification:
Much life within—he gives back—rededication.
I witness his witness with no keen observation;
To see him is to know it and need no verification,
His life an act of worship: glorification.
26 Jan 2014
in 3-5-3, Haiku/Senryu/17 Syllables, Poetry, Word Prompt
Tags: Poetry, useless
Run-away haiku challenge! Leave a comment below in haiku that starts with the last line of whichever haiku you want. OR, reply to a comment using the last line of their haiku as your first. I hope these directions are clear, because any further explanation is useless…
If you can’t beat them, join them
Useless to resist
Four cups of sugar
Seem excessive? Not to me
Use less than I could
All rusty inside:
One man’s junk is one man’s junk
Just admit it, please
Inspired by the theme at
25 Jan 2014
Ghost of a lady in the back alley freezing,
Looking for another short-term solution:
Waking up later, frost-bitten, wheezing,
Or on that morning not waking at all.
23 Jan 2014
in Non-English, Poetry
Tags: Eliana Anthony, Griselda, Jason's Deli, Poetry
A day so cold I saw my breath inside,
So we stepped outside and took a drive–
Shivering lumps of flesh, with the heat on full.
We arrived before the dawn and hesitantly knocked,
Unsure if she would come or if we’d wake others up.
She let us in with an hola and a smile.
We gathered up his things, wrapped him warmly then rushed
Him to the car. We introduced ourselves as best we could;
She spoke little English, but she understood our names.
I tried to think of words to say, but everything was wrong;
The only Spanish I could think of was from warning labels–
PRECAUCION: ALTA TEMPERATURA!
So we all talked to him, since there was no language barrier
And he cooed back contentedly. “¡Eso es!” she interrupts.
I missed the turn, but circled back and drove her to the door.
She smiled and said, “Thank you.” “De nada,” I replied.
She had a life’s worth of problems and a smile miles wide.
22 Jan 2014
Tags: link, Poetry, workshop
I’m trying something new. I hope that this idea is as exciting to other poetry bloggers as it is to me. I want to offer a space to link poems that are at any stage of the writing process. Perhaps they’re done, but there just seems to be something slightly off about them. It can be helpful to have someone else take a look and offer feedback. Week to week we might focus on different topics, but regardless of the focus there will always be the opportunity to link a poem or two that you want looked over.
It might be helpful to leave a comment if you’re looking for specific insights.
Links open every Wednesday at 2:30pm EST and remain open until Friday at 3:00pm EST.
RULES FOR SUBMITTING:
- Limit two links per person.
- Don’t just link and run! Visit and comment on at least one other blog.
- Keep comments polite, but do share critiques. Constructive criticism is what we’re after.
- This is a weekly event. You may continue to workshop the same poem(s) for as long as you’d like.
- If possible, please turn off captcha for comments. Reading squiggly numbers and questionably capitalized letters is not everyone’s favorite pasttime.
- Have fun! I command it!
20 Jan 2014
in Haiku/Senryu/17 Syllables, Poetry
Tags: Dill, Mrs. Dubose, Poetry
It’s that time of night…
Is there catnip in the air?
They just go crazy!
19 Jan 2014
in Haiku/Senryu/17 Syllables, Poetry, Word Prompt
Tags: Poetry, sharp
Voice like a freight train
Barreling down a mountain–
Singing sharps all flat.
18 Jan 2014
in Iambic Pentameter, Poetry, Sonnet
Tags: Canopus, Hadar, Mimosa, Poetry, Pollux
A cold, clear morning perfect for a drive:
–The frost-like snow lends softness mild and clean,
While twisted tree limbs fist-bump and high-five
–A crystal fountain drips down auld ravine:
Gold water catches sunlight like a star,
–A Canopus in aqua constellation–
Here Pollux, here Mimosa, here Hadar–
–Swift shifting shapes with each new undulation.
With paint-dipped branches birches arch the stream,
–A natural mimicry of wind-wisped snow,
Like whitewashed towers built from paper ream;
–They bend and beckon where to come and go.
The road that brought me by this starry scene
–Is all that interrupts this place pristine.