Tag: poet
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66 Lothario
Poem 65 I slew five dragons for youwith a bic pen and A4 notebookwalking you to collegeboth ways uphillin thundersnowsof CO2 sleetswam the Ohio rivernude under the new moonin January to fetch your bagelscleaned out your stablesby diverting the Mississippiwhile slaying seven hydrasto gain the shield of Perseuswith which to defeat Medusawith whose headI stoned…
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Dancing with Rumi: #61
Poem 61 I dance again, drink the more, againcontinue this dance from 2011dogear Rumiage him to deathyoung we were when we began Rumi, we dancedwith so many poetsthat brief age –Borges, Bukowski, Frost and NerudaEliot, Crane & Crane, Hart and StevenLisel and Louise, Emily, Mrs. ParkerEdna, Anna, Thea, Kat and Anita . . .so many…
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Challenge Poem #54
poetry, says the professor, is always a conversationalwaysas with most conversations, it is oftenand predominantlyone-sided what you must decide, as a poet – shouldyou decide to join the honored, infamous ranks –is how much and what end of the conversationyou write and in what or whose voice . . .and with whom is the conversation?the…
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Challenge Poem #53
I get itchyif I go too longwithoutwritingas though . . .the world can’t revolvesans wobbleuntil I spill wordsinto lines . . . no matterhow unbalancedor unartisticperhaps this is someancestral ritualmy dna demandsperhapsit is madnessor addiction dm pitchford 12/24/23
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challenge poem 39
this may be hard for some to understand;though it seems, it is not suicidalideation: there is sometimes with mean urge, a strong impulsiveness, to die,not for the sake of forsaking life, no!but because curiosity and longingpull me toward that which comes after lifehas gone its course – much, yes, because this lifehas shit itself and…
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poem 40
it’s undiscovered I seek, and unwritten;yet over decades have I learned certainpatience. Life is not forever. O, gods,no! life is far too temporary! weare born to trauma and to traumaebb and flow – and yet, oh yes, and yet! Lifeand wonder and love and joy and pleasurefill our horizons like gardens, orchardsof plenty between seasons…
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poem 38
in the fever dream I am time-blindwandering from confusion to disappointmentis this my reality? I begeither confirmation or denialyet none has grace to answer! though judgementthey have in every shade and tenor. whatsentence they pass, I remain unawaredespite the dreamscape changing horizonsfrom ashen-dead skies to that peculiar tintof blue true to Kentucky indifferencejust before the…
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Winter Walk: challenge poem #35
must be a dry landwhen right as rain means good I’m a wandering pilgrimwalking wildernesses bright as hellwinter rain feeling wrong as sinjudged by loss and stung by deathstagger through this barren monthfiery as arctic auroras in search of a new flowerto gift my morning-eyed loverand salve her shattered heartwhere we spread the ashesof our…
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challenge poem #20
No harbor for delusions,I have only a fly-by-night operationwhere all such things pass through dmpitchford 12/10/23
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