This poem is one of too many.
It has too many ancestors.
It will spawn too many poemlets.
Give me a dozen poems to read, they ask,
and they mean the Romantics and the
Beat poets and Mary Oliver and...
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This is the last GloPoWriMo set. So glad I made it to the end of April. It has been intense. Will get around to reading all your posts now that this is done and I can breathe! Thank you so much if you’ve found time in April to read and support my posts.
If only we
measure success by the number of rivers
that know our name. By the constellations
we can draw on the night sky. By the birds
that answer our call...
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The 4th instalment of my Na / GloPoWriMo poems. 4 days / 4 poems to go!!!!!
unleavened bread
and rice, cold, hardening along the edges of the pan
and buttermilk, souring in the heat of the kitchen,
and clothes to be folded
and shoes to...
My third instalment of poems from Na /GloPoWri Mo. For all doing this, aren’t we glad we’re two-thirds done!!! The month seems extra-long!! Sending some cheer your way to make it to the end of April!
“Every morning we return
to our lives and let horror ferment. We, who
just want to breathe and love and walk by
the sea and talk to the stars and write our
poems and fill our senses with old-growth
banyans and twisty tendrils…”
And to those doing Na / GloPoWriMo, how’s it going? We’re half way there, almost! It’s been exciting, but also exhausting! I’m hoping I can make it through the month!!!
because Monet designed the water-lily pond
at Giverny
and painted the water-lilies...
These are my poems from Week 1 of #GloPoWriMo
The sun is brass-melt in the lake
when the anhinga surfaces,
a pink fish speared in his beak.
The wily...
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1. Arriving at a turnstile, the poem should quickly jump over the barrier. Verses are law-breakers that cannot be constrained by validation and order. A poem must be a parkour-skilled gazelle.
2. In the thick...
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When a moral compass
spins like a roulette wheel,
someone is betting
on someone’s life.
Or on someone’s...
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in a zen temple
near Arashiyama, an old man
dragged neat lines...
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(Note: I wrote this a week or so ago when I was in the hospital. Am home now and trying to recover. So, it's really not bleak, I think. 🙂 )
broken, broken world
or is it me
seeing cracks on still water
seeing wounds instead of flowers...
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THOUGHT PURGE 