Day thirty poem: LexPoMo 2017

LexPoMo2017Lexington Poetry Month is officially over, but I tried to drag it out a tiny bit longer by waiting to post my final poem until today. I suppose this means I have to come up with a new graphic. Maybe I’ll paint something…

Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.

The end

until the fat lady sings
until the last dog is dead
until we all go home
until lightning strikes
until I say so
until it’s over

it ain’t over

Day twenty-nine poem: LexPoMo 2017

LexPoMo2017Here’s something inspired by today’s Picture Prompts, which I follow on Twitter (@pictureprompts).

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Deep aqua

The sun on the cliff is blinding
white, almost as bright as the sea
of sand that stretches to the hazy
horizon. The rusted steel

hull of a ship rests on its keel, offers
the only shade at noon. Did it reach
this land-locked harbor by sailing
over the oean-blue sky?

Day twenty-seven poem: LexPoMo 2017

LexPoMo2017Here’s another exercise from Wingbeats II. It’s called a pojack, and it involves hijacking another poem. The victim of my effort is Emily Dickinson’s “A Man may make a Remark” (no. 952).

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A wonder

A bear may make a waffle
in itself a marvelous thing
that may prove the source of enchantment
in hidden nature seen

Let us cook with skill
let us explore with love
mystery exists in the woods
before it exists on the stove

Day twenty-six poem: LexPoMo 2017

LexPoMo2017And here at last is today’s poem: another derangement of William Carlos Williams’ long-suffering “The Pink Locust.”

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Blush

trees grow; fools question, pry into affairs until one
remains resilient

come now – neglect to attack and find you were made
to admire the minutiae on the ground

the world flowers, gratified to help the public
resemble a garden rid of thieves

say your tears and stand with others who flatter
the sweet-pea in question

hide the rootlet until they admit thinking the locust
generous, persistent, and modest

Day twenty-five poem: LexPoMo 2017

LexPoMo2017Here’s the last of my catching up, inspired by a conversation I had with someone over the weekend.

Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.

Necessity is the mother

She sewed a lace doily
to the back of her jeans
jacket because her momma told her
she couldn’t afford to buy
the one she saw in the store
window. It was shaped like a spider
web, and for thirty years she has looked
for a patch shaped like a spider
for the center of the web.

Day twenty-four poem: LexPoMo 2017

LexPoMo2017Still playing catch-up from my weekend travels. I suppose you might call this a kind of found poem, another exercise from The Daily Poet. I’m going to take my mother to get her hair done more often.

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Overheard at the hair salon

The pain is a ten, but every time
I feel it I say, There’s that blue
five again. Sometimes it shoots
down my arm like a river
branching into my hand.

And my shoulder grates
like gravel. I can picture a plate
with holes in it, grinding
and catching as it moves.

Day twenty-three poem: LexPoMo 2017

LexPoMo2017I was away at a family wedding over the weekend and both my time and online access were limited. I managed to compose and post something each day on the Lexington Poetry Month blog, but other than that was off the grid.

This was another exercise from The Daily Poet.

Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.

Money changes everything

The local natives gave Peter Minuit the island
of Manhattan in exchange
for some hatchets, cloth, and beads with the approximate
value of one and a half pounds of silver.

In 1690, the first paper money
in the history of Western civilization
was issued by the Massachusetts Bay Company.

President Andrew Jackson purchased
the Louisiana Territory (828,000 square miles)
for three cents an acre.

The material value of a 1982 penny is two
and a half times it’s face value.