‘…and the tea’ (a poem)

An ekphrastic poem, inspired by Peter Juvonen’s painting Tea in the Conservatory and the Pet Shop Boys movie It Couldn’t Happen Here. I’m reminded of the line about a world in which there are no teacups Sometimes it feels that way for real except that we are here at a party of pointed remarks and empty spoons Instead [...]

Evening (a poem)

A surprisingly grey day. Instead of going to the usual second-Saturday readings, I stayed home and made soup… Rainfall and candlelight across the room shadows on the wall The old man, alone with no one else but the creature in momentary hibernation A bowl of soup and a cup of coffee for warmth this night [...]

The gardens (a poem)

First new poem after a five-day break from writing. The gardens wild with conversation in the shade of the old brick building Inside the shadows listen intently looking for signs in the bursts of laughter A light breeze brings them all together to make the afternoon complete (12 August 2015—posted August 13)

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 18: Ground out (a poem)

Today’s Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge prompt turned out to be a tricky one (I accidentally let a stray ‘e’ slip in)—though that may have been mostly to my choice of vowels… Wrought from ghosts too stubborn or too drunk to drown out thoughts hollow’d out by words not found out of bounds Rough shadows old songs [...]

The woman in my dreams (a poem)

Using the prompt from Day 4 of the Writer's Digest 2015 April PAD Challenge to continue exploring last night’s dream… Your visage slowly fades with the memory of my dream I still glimpse vivid moments recall snippets of conversation but the rest has become shadows vague impressions I remember wanting to sleep instead of making the long [...]

The course of a quiet afternoon in the life of a solitary poet in search of the perfect poem (a poem)

Self-explanatory… I’m going to sit here out on the deck for a while feeling the sunlight on my face and listening to the waters of the creek rush past Bells will mark the hour a few minutes early in all their pre-recorded splendor at which time I will look at the clock to complete the [...]

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 [...]

Something about the old cliché about shadows (a poem)

The February 16th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem about your shadow, then describe the shadows around you, etc. I took a more general approach. Shadows can’t exist without light Perhaps that’s an obvious statement but I’m reminded of it again and again whenever the [...]

The window in the room where the poets played (a poem)

It’s double-shot Friday, I guess. Probably because of that second cup of coffee… Here at the table next to the window the light is dim throwing shadows everywhere Night waits at the window for silence to return when people sleep and only the rain still stirs The vase on the windowsill is happy it has [...]