Tag: poetry exercise
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Sax Sells: Challenge Poem #72
Sax in Every Room not enough has been writtenwill ever be written – can wordseven approximate a just figurefor the saxophone? smoothas no other measure of smoothdefinitive of cool in musicsacross the spectrum: blues, jazz, rockclassic, fusion, ska, etc, and futureperhaps we should includea full golden album of saxophoneon the next exploration droneshot into forever,…
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Flour Tonic: Poem #68
I am a grease firesmokey and volatiledo not cast your waternor douse me withthe wrong extinguisherI will blow up in your faceor spread throughout your lifeand consume everythingI can touch with lick of flameor heat or smoke or stenchyour best betwas to smother mebefore you movedbeyond the introduction dmpitchford 12/28/2023
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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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Poem 62 O to be a fishsays the poet,incapable of drowning! But what of the drought?and the longingfor feathers? dm pitchford 12/27/23
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64 and Going
Poem 64 coffee is onyet not readyI wonder what’s in my head todayfingers eager on the keyboarddance to my heart’s staggeryellow daffodils in a green glass vasetease my memoryor perhaps my imaginationcontext eludesbut the image enduresthree yellow daffodilsclover-green glass vase dm pitchford 12/28/23
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Challenge Poem #57
what ode can I write of a Monday morningpredawn? seven hours until the guestsarrive, and so much is left undone. wehave prepared this and that – her vacancyhaunting here and there – the gifts are all wrappedand the tree proclaims our celebration: happy birthday, dear saviour, though the datemay be pagan inaccurate, Thy graceshall see…
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Challenge Poem #56 after WWordsworth
Composed Upon a Nameless Bridge, Dec 25, 2023 nothing more fair in darkness has this worldthat we dull of soul pass by daily anon —a sight untouching, missing touch of sununtil morning graces with skies unfurledin truth and beauty clad, painted in cloud-pearledKentucky blue – horses racing, they stunin their purebred pedigrees! and what nonecan…
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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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