Back to exploring the pantoum… It seems the name Kevin has fallen into disrepute thanks to serial-killer movies and general overexposure In 1990, Kevins were everywhere—that’s not in dispute but now, that seems to be over Thanks to serial-killer movies and general overexposure Kevin has lost whatever cachet it once had The age of Kevin seems [...]
Tag: observation
The politics of division (A poem)
A small break from the pantoum. I did write one yesterday, but I like this short poem better… The way we run through here full speed you’d think we were being chased But we don’t know where we’re going the field is in disarray taken to fighting each other The house is dividing will the house [...]
Something I feel (A poem)
Continuing to explore the pantoum… I could be wrong, but I think there’s a spark I noticed it last time, and again today You know, if it were raining in the car park we’d have the perfect excuse to stay I noticed it last time, and again today something I feel when I look in [...]
Loss of vision (A poem)
I am a bit overdue to get my eyes checked… The frames have no glass they sit empty in the case not yet able to see Clarity is a future event coordinates unknown The eyes look through outdated lenses sometimes the outlines blur and objects lose their shape Every vision becomes an abstract open to [...]
The Beatles haiku (a poem)
For the record, I like The Beatles… It’s not that they were so brilliant—they just made you want to sing along (21 March 2015—posted March 23)
Punk-rock girl at the country store (a poem)
Random thoughts… Do you think she’s still there? Her kid should be two by now would she be sitting with him behind the counter making sandwiches and watching that show with the judge? She’s probably a lot more tired (you try keeping up with a two-year-old) otherwise probably the same Just because we changed doesn’t [...]
The Slow Demise of Modern Democracy (a pessimist’s poem)
The November 19th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to ‘[w]rite a poem that has more multisyllabic [sic] words than single syllabic [sic] words’. Apparently, the following is what happens when I purposely try to increase the syllable count… Threatening defiant (in)action malcontent congressmen hamper substantive [...]
The Call
Trees by lamplight Water flowing The silence speaks it’s all-knowing All I can do is to listen and hope that I truly hear her voice when she beckons me now to draw me near When I hear the call I must go I must go So I go (29 June 2013)
National Poetry Writing Month: Day #13 (April 13, 2013)
Today's prompt is to take a walk, make notes, and incorporate them into a poem. Well, this wasn't that kind of a day. So, instead of an actual walk, I took a mental walk through the day, and noted a few impressions… Reflections on a Saturday I You! You had one thing what you had [...]
