Posts

Angel

Angel If the ancients only knew what they were heading into. No inkling of the extraterrestrials travelling in the everywhen through all dimensions, free falling fuggheads  too numerous to mention. Slipping through gateways and portals, Replicants, Androids, and all manner of space trash. Meanwhile back on the planet A full flower moon and  mass migration  of birds tonight Turn down the lights! If you listen quietly you can you almost hear  their flight If they only knew what they are heading into. It’s open season on angels here With help from Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary & Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction  Day 30 Prompt: In his poem, “ Angels ,” Russell Edson speaks of these spiritual warrior-messenger-guardians as if they were a type of endangered animal. Brief as it is, the poem is disorienting in its use of flattened diction, odd similes, and elliptical statements. Today, try writing your own poem that discusses a real or mythical being or p...

Now

Now I’ve seen a lot of doors  I’ve lived so many places Now I don’t go far How far back do we go? Past is only seconds ago Be here now     Day 29 Prompt: compare your everyday present life with your past self, using specific details to conjure aspects of your past and present in the reader’s mind.

Dear Poet Oizys

Dear Poet Oizys Your words are like an artifact,   are art, in fact. How long will they last, and who will hear them  anyway you ask?  Forever I say, you’re blazing a new path  for all of us.   Day 28 Prompt: Today, try writing a poem that follows these beats: three sentences, six lines: statement, question, conclusion. Note: Praise for the brilliant poet Oizys who I discovered on this journey.

Curtain call

  Curtain call If it’s your first rodeo or your one last ride farewell Be bold, you know (It’s your show) don’t be afraid to fall Who’s going to remember anyway It’s not over til the final curtain call Day 27 Prompt: write a poem in which all the verses contain the same number of lines (whether couplets, triplets, quatrains, etc.) and in which you give the reader instructions of some kind. Note: just cheering myself (and others) on the last leg of this April poetry marathon.

A poem

  A poem For me a poem  is a little song like a bird’s song that you hear  and then it’s gone but the memory lingers on. Day 26 prompt: Today, we challenge you to write your own  ars poetica , giving the reader some insight into what keeps you writing poetry, or what you think poetry should do.

Coming Out of Hibernation

Coming Out of Hibernation When I went out to wash the car yesterday  I was prepared,  with my (red) bucket  of soapy water and a brush And that made all the difference In my straw hat, my loose pink shirt  and ripped up jeans I felt very avant-garde  I can’t explain it, It was just a feeling like Van Gogh getting ready painting The sun was shining  Birds were singing It was absolutely gorgeous I almost did a pirouette  I washed the car in a kind of trance brushed and rinsed away  the winter bloom of green (algae) The car seemed to respond to me almost purring like a cat. Up the street a dog was barking (at a cat?) in a neighbour’s driveway pulling on a leash, a drama I ignored My car seemed to sigh in relief as we continued with the spa Splash, splash, splash I gave myself a little shower It was invigorating in the heat! All last night I worried like a dog having a bad dream Did I turn off the hose? Turning and turning in my sleep Not sure if I wa...

Night write

Night write Poems pass like trains  in the middle of the night Journeys underway They are carrying heavy freight The weight of our dreams. Note: written years ago and posted on another site; bringing it back for another airing because it seems to fit today’s prompt. Day 24 Prompt: write a poem that takes place at night, and describes something magical or strange that happens but that no one is awake (or around) to notice.