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  I see you in the doorway of your adobe hacienda I see you there in the patio  You’re reading Sappho  leaning on an elbow as the evening glows purple on the high hills Switching on the radio you’re missing Soho,    the East River,  the photo show I see you still  in Taos  New Mexico painting still life  with a flair rarity sea shells, iris, rose and cattle bones  red skies rust coloured hills and pueblos Your finely drawn pottery like broken fragments of poetry your living legacy. challenge to write a poem that directly addresses someone, and that includes a made-up word, an odd/unusual simile, a statement of “fact,” and something that seems out of place in time.

  Poetry is a beautiful bird   impossible to capture with   my charred wood and vine words more suited to Raven and Crow The resplendent Quetzal otherworldly painted, flamboyant and free          flies away. Prompt: artist glossary/Florentine codex

  His waits on a cold bench, his big hands are clenched around a paper cup soggy with coffee, garbage bag at his feet full of empties. It's a long way to town, and there's no one around, but he doesn't look like he cares . He's got a kitchen knife in his pocket for Bears. The rural bus won't take him, his bottles and cans are too stinky, (and they say he gets violent when drinking). I drive by wondering how he survives, I would stop but I'm going the wrong way. When I come back from my chore, he isn't there any more and I'm glad I don't have to bother today. Early bird poem a portrait. Repost from 2020

National/Global Poetry Writing Month 2025 has arrived! The challenge is to write one poem each day for the month of April based on prompts available here:   https://www.napowrimo.net/

 I was helping the Goddess Flora count flowers that are blooming today the last day  of April. There are so many! Start with white she ordered White was easy. The white cherry blossoms falling like snow And the wild English daisies so plentiful Another white the wild strawberry running and the occasional white bells of bluebells  (alba) rare, how did that get there Same with the forget me nots usually blue hued there were more white flowers than stars in the sky. That’s enough for today said the Goddess of flowers She could see I was tired We’ll come back tomorrow and start with the yellow. Two for one today… Late Muses As April poetry came to a close I was visited by the Muses The Goddesses! Minerva, and Calliope  What took you so long to get here my dears I could have used you earlier Thankfully I had my old friend Flora  to show me Spring’s sweet offerings— Timing is everything. write a poem in which the speaker is identified with, or compared to, a charact...

C  hurning out poetry A marathon month of R aw drafts  D oggerel at best I  ncreasing  verbosity/velocity— suddenly G rinding to a halt A pril is the sweetest month N  otwithstanding all of the above. write a poem that uses a word from a Taylor Swift song as its title.