Tag Archives: The Daily Poet

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.

Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.

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.

Day twenty-two poem: LexPoMo 2017

LexPoMo2017Another exercise from The Daily Poet.

Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.

Found poetry: Twitter

In his dictionary, Dr. Johnson defined a stoat as “a small stinking animal.”
Republicans’ proposed Medicaid cuts would hit rural patients hard
All the characters are on trial in any civilized narrative. — William Empson
Poetry can do many things. But what I value is a poem’s ability to make me simply reconsider: a single word, an image I see daily, a thought

Day twenty-one poem, LexPoMo 2017

LexPoMo2017Today’s poem is from an exercise in The Daily Poet.

Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.

Dali poem no. 1

two pieces of bread
expressing the sentiment of love:
a couple with their heads full of clouds

Day twelve poem, LexPoMo 2017

LexPoMo2017Here’s another poem from an exercise in The Daily Poet. And yes, it really is supposed to be this short.

Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.

Opening

Fear knocked on the door, would not stop
until I answered it and Hope flew out.

Day eleven poem, LexPoMo 2017

LexPoMo2017This resulted from a prompt in The Daily Poet by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano of Two Sylvias Press. The Kindle version comes in handy, especially on a smart phone.

Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.

Unresolved

The dream starts with tornadoes,
dozens of them descending
at the same time, all around,
from a sky the color of a faded
black eye. It always begins
like this, a shifting landscape
of rage without refuge or
escape that doesn’t end
until I wake up.