This afternoon (a poem)

A vignette of sorts written at the library… Close to the water but far from the sea Adjacent patches of green with intermittent trees A dead bee on the window sill in the quiet zone Warm sun on my back in front, the air conditioner’s hum A mix of murmurs from the other end and [...]

National Poetry Writing Month, Day #16

Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to answer a questionnaire about a place (real or imagined), then write a poem based on one or more of the answers. I ended up writing about my immediate surroundings—more specifically, in the context of my decision to make this what I call a ‘quiet day’. That means no unnecessary conversation, and no devices whose [...]

A morning poem (a poem)

The January 16th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to come up with a list of ten words each about oil and snow, then to alternate a word from the two lists in each line of a poem until all the words have been [...]

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 [...]

National Poetry Writing Month: Day #4 (April 4, 2014)

Today's prompt: write a lune…the version developed by Jack Collum. His version of the lune involves a three-line stanza. The first line has three words. The second line has five, and the third line has three. Two hundred balloons dot the blue afternoon sky orange, yellow, green Breathe deeply now look up at the sky close your [...]

National Poetry Writing Month: Day #28 (April 28, 2013)

Today's prompt is to write a poem based on a color. I chose yellow… Yellow of the noonday sun: life and light and hope she brings, frames her face and sparkling eyes, warmth and love and a heart that sings. Yellow of the cotton fleece: comfortable and soft against my skin, a touch that brings [...]