A partial list of bad things (a poem)

My verbless poem challenge feels extra challenging today, so this one is a list poem. … Air quotes Cigarette smoke The devil below Republican leaders Bottom feeders Walmart greeters Weak links Clogged sinks Dry erase ink Oil spills Fever with chills Unpaid bills Macaroni collage A Monica Geller massage Self-sabotage The dating game Spirals of [...]

The smoke and the fire (A poem)

Technically, I wrote my Day 8 entry for National Poetry Writing Month yesterday, so here is a poem I wrote today. The smoke will rise in good time leaving ash and fragments of bone the proverbial trail of tears a regret or two and a reminder that everything ends The light will give it shape [...]

To the tap dancer centre stage (A poem)

Continuing the epistles with another terzanelle. That’s an awkward dance you’re performing Are you sure you’re getting through? It’s a little bit shaky—but you are charming All those people on the stage, and the focus is on you The place is heating up, the smoke on the rise Are you sure you’re getting through? Either way, it’s such a [...]

Demarcation (a poem)

Letting the moment pass… The candle has long stopped burning its smoke has dissipated its light has gone The moment of silence has slipped into silence leaving only the sounds of breathing and the refrigerator’s hum There are no lies here in the darkness only the truth of what’s inside of me When the morning [...]

Ekphrastic poem #3 (War, 1947) (a poem)

The January 28th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write either a poem inspired by the style of a Jackson Pollock painting, or an ekphrastic poem about ‘one of his paintings or a unique image you see in it.’ I based my poem on his drawing War, 1947. Everything [...]

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… The sweet smell of pipe tobacco reminds me of [...]