I thought this might be about one thing, but now I’m not so sure it isn’t about something else…
Life
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
We meet again. What’s it going to be like this time?
Love,
Kevin
(24 January 2015)
Youthful discretion (a poem)
Inspired by a photograph…
The imperfect document (a poem)
I do not usually use tabs or indents when writing poems, so this one is a bit unusual for me. (I hope the formatting works.) I wrote this while listening to a Fripp & Eno bootleg LP from 1978…
A couple with their heads full of clouds (a poem)
The January 23rd prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem that either uses the title of a Salvador Dalí work as the title, or includes four items from a list of titles of his work. I ended up doing both.
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
This is already starting out well. Now I want to see what else you have in store.
Love,
Kevin
(23 January 2015)
Upon waking up from the dream in which I’m running around the house honking like Felix Ungar, scaring away the beautiful woman in the Morticia Addams dress in the process (a poem)
The January 22nd prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a two-line poem with no more than thirteen syllables in each line, then give it a title that is either really long or just one word.
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Woke up too early this morning. Again it’s coffee to the rescue…
Love,
Kevin
(22 January 2015)
Grandpa’s pipe (a poem)
The January 21st prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to ‘focus on taste, hearing, scent, and touch’ instead of on sight. I diverged from the prompt after that, going back to a childhood memory instead of noting things throughout my day…
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Ay, it be frosty this morning! Good thing there’s coffee…
Love,
Kevin
(21 January 2015)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 