Attended a family constellation session yesterday. I was not the focus, but I was a participant. This poem reflects my experience… Continue reading
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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.
Cold Thursday morning (a poem)
Catching up with my posts. This was Thursday’s poem… Continue reading
One last ride (a poem)
I did manage to squeak out one poem last night before admitting I needed to sleep… Continue reading
Morning at 33-1/3 RPM (a poem)
Written while listening to a Jackie Gleason box set I picked up at a thrift store for 99 cents… Continue reading
The unspoken part of a conversation about not wanting to be alone (a poem)
Presented without comment (for once)… Continue reading
‘The sweetest melody is an unheard refrain’ (a poem)
Since I was put out of commission yesterday by Sneezefest 2015, I am posting a second poem today. This one is inspired by a line from the ABC song ‘Poison Arrow’… Continue reading
A Japanese image (a poem)
Inspired by a photograph by Hisatomi Tadahiko… Continue reading
Questions about storytime (a poem)
Wrote this during one of the many folk songs people played at open mic earlier…
The cat and the fireplace (a poem)
The February 18th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem based on grey. Since I was not in a frame of mind to ‘[strike] a dismal, dreary tone’, I turned instead for inspiration to memories of a cat we once had who would sometimes nap in the fireplace…