A new book to house this year's (and future years) NationalPoetryMonth's daily poems. |
I'm writing once again this year. This book is my special event place for thirty special poems. Here for National Poetry Month in 2018, I'm participating but life has not been kind in the last 15 months, so I'm not always in writing mode. |
we all have history you were an accident I was unwanted and granny a drunken afterthought, the ninth our fathers all died before we were born your questions? they're like late night booze you answer once and in the morning everything changes for the worst love? I guess it happens, like on TV but didn't God's only child die for our sins and leave his heavenly father and mortal mother bereaved at the cross? so, am I a sin? discussion with a small child about love [2018.3.4...a] |
No prompt available yet! i stopped my search for dictionaries but still listen to the music in their voices are they angels? and will death deliver me from wondering, awestruck, why i have been thus chosen? beetles and lady bugs quiver like arrows whistle daffodils mumble and roses speak as clear as wind trees are louder and oily patches on city streets rumble like elephants when rain recites poetry machines hum simplicity, their din purposeful no angst when guessing about flutter crisps as a child i invented languages to respond they seemed content, was my muffled accent truly sincere? perhaps they are frivolous, or timid, or tainted somehow and whisper like falling snow only for the fairest heart i toy with sadness at moments when doubt draws near they shed no tears and joy is contagious the gift of a lifetime [2018.2.4…b] a response to C.D.Wright, « Imaginary June » https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/imaginary-june |