Tag: poetry exercise
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Song for Her Majesty the Ex
We were legendary, dear, doubt it never King and queen of fourteen-liners and verse Time moves on, yet in the reflection of that moment Printed in books with our names . . . we were great How was it we lost admiration for each other? Competition? No. Complication. Life Got in our way of living.…
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Flying into Things
started the morning in a dream of bliss, flying with the freedom of a juvenile redtail cutting through the air so smoothly kites envied me and the jays taught their fledglings to mimic every move as I danced through four dimensions despite these weird societal chains that tether mediocrity and the million lies that swarm…
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Deep Dark: a Walk Among the Ghosts
Moonless night. Perhaps New Moon?I hold no calendar to confirm.Out without my smartphone, disconnectedto a reason, thank you.Clover and wild onion spongysoftbeneath my steel-toed work shoes —after shift in the deep night, shallow morning.Only the sounds of distant traffic:a train a mile away sounds of electric whale;a bustle in a hedgerow ten meters north.Last thing…
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An Altar for Julianne
we have no candlesneither an altar in our homeour sacred spaces all lie withinnot so much by choiceas by accidental embarrassmentof riches – a house too fullof banality to house the holy . . . yet how many hours we sendprayers into our hearts, upunto the heavens, out tomanifest the universe . . . tonight,…
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#86: Lost in the Stacks
surrounded by thirty-eight volumes of poetrydiverse as the centuries of art historyI prime my mind, heart, fingers, tonguefor this final lap around the verse-arenaBorges, Natalie Goldberg, and Leonard Cohencheer me on in echoes from beyond;Samuel Taylor Coleridge has broughthis ministry of frost, sailing a Dover thrift edition;Kit Stokes helps me navigate broken musicwhile my fingers…
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New Year
Prophet of Midnighthe was torn asunderat the Solstice, dismembered and disemboweledby seven sisters dancing to Orpheusand the Muses – then sewn back togetherby one-hundred paradisal virginsdawn of that next day . . . but the parts – more than one sacrificewas disarticulated on the altar of their ire –his left arm black, rightmongoloid; left leg…
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81
the internet keeps warning usbut common sense demandswe remain skeptical – and yet . . .strange to think, in light of current events –Russians in Ukraine, Zion in Gaza,the rest of the world posturing in protest . . .somehow the world goneberserk . . . war any moment, evenhere, might break out. perhaps littletremors, perhaps…
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New Year Eve: Challenge Poem #80
New Years EveI decide to go upto CincinnatiHard Rock Cafégamble up some lootfor twenty-twenty-four but my prostate hates meso I am forced to divert to Newporton the way – so close to the riverthe Ohio river, but still in Kentucky;so once I’d finished not finishingat the convenience mart, buyinga pack of Chesterfield cigarettesto pay for…
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#79: After Lisel Mueller
Tonight I Cry You a Song This Decemberwithin this house no windblows but the heat pump outsidewe have no trees in the yardsave a Japanese maple onlythirty-eight inches high these eight yearssome old story in a poetry bookwith its ancient begettinglays me down to snore . . .but I awaken to nightfor we are night…
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Poem 74
it’s the time of night – morningfour a.m. I would feed heradminister 11 units of insulinand treasure her while she was here she is gone – the insulin passed onto someone whose dog still needsbut here I am, parsing out foodfor our Sparky and the grand-dog tears won’t wash my soul of thisand I haven’t…
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