Grandma at the lake cabin showing me how to haul water for the fruit tree my little job for the summer I still feel guilty I don’t recall if i watered it at all And was that the last time I saw her? Prompt: write a poem that recounts a memory of a beloved relative, and something they did that echoes through your thoughts today.
The Sweater She wears his old sweater darned at the elbow frayed on the sleeve When she’s feeling low how are you doing? I ask (I want to understand) how are you doing? I ask (It’s been thirty years) I wait for her reply You can go now, she says Come back tomorrow I’m sorry I’m not myself today. Prompt: write a meditation on grief in the form of Geoffrey Brock’s poem Goodbye. https://poets.org/poem/goodbye-0
A painting poem ~ After reading Musee des Beaux Arts by W.H. Auden https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/159364/musee-des-beaux-arts-63a1efde036cd I’m walking dully along while Icarus sinks slowly in the pond I hardly notice ~ life goes on. ~ for Day 27 April poetry 2025
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