A poem I wrote this morning for #VerseLove began with this line -- "A moment of frozen explosion" -- so I used each word in the text weave.
#NationalPoetryMonth celebrates its 30th anniversary, inspiring extensive poetry reading writing. The author shares experiences, prompts, and insights, while encouraging engagement with fellow poets and exploration of personal creativity. #napowrimo #napowrimo26 #verselove #clmooc #poetry26
Some poems
never find homes
they linger
in imagination's ether
Neither forgotten
nor written
only just remembered
We are making 'strikeout' poems for #verselove, a cousin to blackout or found poems. But here, the words removed remain visible, creating a different effect for the reader. I'm not satisfied with mine, although my original poem works on its own.
A pencil-top
eraser removes
only the surface
of scribble,
leaving little
nibbles of
where words
were
a poem built
upon a poem
built upon a
poem
of an idea,
layered like
tectonic plates,
just before the
shift
Prompt for #VerseLove was to "sound off" on something annoying.
Someday I just might
take up her challenge
response to my complaint
to systematically
count every
single potato
chip in the bag
to calculate
the ratio of
empty air space
to product
to plot out
the reduction
of weight to
cost over time
She just laughs and tosses
the bag into the carriage,
as we head to the checkout line
A poem is ink
you sketch
upon yourself
Not tattoo,
but something
gone deep
Odds and ends
of the observable
world
Chosen memories
you yearn
to keep
Writing The Night Sky (using constellations as inspiration)
I used Vela for my poem
Your music,
humming:
the light breeze
rustling softly
through Autumn's
scattered leaves
the gargle of springtime
melt falling from distant
mountains at the
river's bend
the acorns dropping
on rocks – the titter-tat
of arrhythmic drumming
like stones on a mat
I'm humming now, too,
Mother Earth, as I sit here,
appreciating this song
of you
#SmallPoems for #EarthDay via #VerseLove
Quiet, like rice
in a jar, a wisp
of the Nine,
the tail dust
of a tumbling star,
the soft whisper
of a cloud,
cosmic particles
ordered, afar -
we arrive with
closed eyes,
never knowing
where we are
inspired by a Wisp Of Cloud Nine
https://www.theoppositeshop.com/product/wisp-of-cloud-nine/12?si=true
Uses: inspiration, dreaming, hope. Contents: skywriting "The neighborhood is not bad - it's peaceful and quiet like rice staying put in a jar" - Damaris. Each jar comes with a different selection of student writing. Collect them all!Airship Emporium owner and operator, Captain, had this to say about the Wisp of Cloud Nine, "Open this jar and feel automatically transported to the top of a thick cumulus cloud. Dangle your legs off the edge and ponder the writing tucked inside. Then be inspired to create your own piece of skywriting!"
In a week, my empty suitcase and I returned
from 'My Life Was The Size Of My Life' by Jane Hirshfield
https://poets.org/poem/my-life-was-size-my-life
Lost, I thought,
lost in thought,
I thought I lost
it all but no, I hadn't -
my odds and ends
of a life had only been
misplaced, maybe
borrowed; something
to blame for something
I couldn't name –
not stuff merely stolen,
only, I thought: lost,
and later, found, but at
what cost?
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Sheri42
