Yesterday was definitely a Monday. Thanks to the start of Daylight Saving Time, I effectively woke up an hour later. Then I set about working on the e-book edition of The Imperfect Document; in the process, I found a few imperfections in the print edition that I had missed before—so I had to take the time to fix those and re-upload the file. Then I found that I had to fix the formatting of the titular poem so that it would look more as I had intended. By the time I had finished all of that, I was not feeling much in the mood to write. Consequently, I was not happy with anything I wrote yesterday. The poem I am posting was the first one of the day, written before I engrossed myself in all the book stuff…
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Daylight Saving Time (a poem)
It’s that time again… Continue reading
A few thoughts on the subject of gravity (a poem)
Starting with a chance line heard while watching a TV show… Continue reading
Sometimes you say it better than I ever could (a poem)
Partly inspired by a poem called ‘Ghosts that leave footprints’, which I had the chance to read earlier today at a poetry reading after everyone had read their own poems… Continue reading
The course of a quiet afternoon in the life of a solitary poet in search of the perfect poem (a poem)
Self-explanatory… Continue reading
Being someone else to survive (a poem)
Inspired by a line from a story someone read at the open mic tonight. I wrote it during the two or three songs that followed the storyteller… Continue reading
Last call (a poem)
Yesterday’s poem is a re-write of a poem I wrote last weekend… Continue reading
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.
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
Ordinary Average Thoughts 