Yesterday’s poem is a re-write of a poem I wrote last weekend… Continue reading
Life
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Well, I guess we’re off to a late start. But thanks for letting me sleep in for a bit.
Love,
Kevin
(4 March 2015)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Okay! Let’s see what we can mess with next…
Love,
Kevin
(3 March 2015)
Sam-I-Am cannot be trusted (a poem)
The March 2nd prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem that includes characters or images from Dr. Seuss stories.
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
I was hoping for more sleep, but I’m awake enough. Let’s see how it goes.
Love,
Kevin
(2 March 2015)
Morning pages (a poem)
I have been doing The Artist’s Way for the last couple of years (this is my third time around). One of the practices is the morning pages, in which you just write three pages of whatever comes out. As I have become more diligent about pursuing creative activities, I have slacked off on the morning pages—so, this morning, I decided to combine the morning pages with my usual poetry writing. This poem is the result… Continue reading
The constellation (a poem)
Attended a family constellation session yesterday. I was not the focus, but I was a participant. This poem reflects my experience… Continue reading
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Living up to your name, I see…
Love,
Kevin
(1 March 2015)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
I didn’t expect to get up so early this morning—but the sun is out, so I’ll let it slide…
Love,
Kevin
(28 February 2015)
I didn’t expect (a poem)
The February 27th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write an anaphoric poem—i.e., a poem in which each line begins with the same word or phrase. As it turned out, Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano were the featured poets at the Redmond Association of Spokenword’s featured event for February. Naturally, a writing exercise was part of the evening—and they happened to choose the February 27th prompt from The Daily Poet. I had already written a poem using the prompt while I was waiting for the reading to start (because I showed up way early, despite Google’s atrocious driving directions), but this poem I wrote during the seven-minute exercise (and the four or five minutes after) turned out better.