No sale
So we decided to sell
and move to Kentucky
but the bridge washed out
Later, already twister tangled
forest fired, weary with doubt
all our belonings now
in one red barrow on the
debris laden- once-was-a-lawn
Uncle Hank from Mass arrived
in a Nissan truck, and picked us up
Now we are New England gone
-- Mistryel Walker
Sunday, April 12, 2009
April 12 Poem - No Sale
write a poem that starts "so we decided to.."
Saturday, April 11, 2009
April 11 Poem - This Plain White Bowl
Write a poem about an object. Of course it's not really about the bowl.
This Plain White bowl
not porcelain, but cradled in grateful hands,
a perfect round of rice or rue or jello
carrot soup saucer, oatmeal coffer
ice cream chalice, strawberry short bake
the dark green leaves of lettuce and red
peppering take brief rest herein
before they become one with me,
I range plain as this round white bowl,
open to the menu's possibility.
-- Mistryel Walker
Anne Marie Marra's Colonoscopy Poem
the late Anne Marie Marra performing her funny poem "Colonoscopy"
Friday, April 10, 2009
April 10 Poem - Trash Day
write a poem for Fridays
On Trash day
a murder of crows collects
on clean white streert-side bags.
With scalpel snouts they spear each sack
a toss, a rip, a crow head
dips into the pack, retrieving
items curious and aromatic:
pizza crust, jagged moon
of strawberry, snazzy tin foil fresh
from the oven with a slick of grease.
Dinner conversation turns to scorn,
reaches hysteria as I open the screen
to scream and slam.
-- Mistryel Walker
Thursday, April 9, 2009
April 9 Poem - Saga on the edge of the lawn
Prompt - write a poem on a memory
Saga on the edge of the lawn
Hedges of fern,
tribes of Indian pipes,
red "head-ache" flowers,
various shades of moss, and tiny violets
robins who stretch a worm to breaking
just before breakfast. Afterwards
someone sings.
-- Mistryel Walker
Poem-A-Day Writer's Digest Challenge
AWK - I am behind **** a note -- I did actually finish the poems are all posted on Facebook.***
- here are my first four days of the Poem a Day writer;s digest challenge (they supply a writing prompt - you supply a poem )
April 1 poem
the prompt was "origins"
Origin
Out of the muck we come
over-adrenalized and peevish
Muscled, toothed, furious to survive
Out of night, into the cave,
firelight dancing, igniting imaginings
of more-than-muck, and we
Out of our minds, with fire-born charcoal,
into the cavern carve a vast sprawling hunt
that we have made: gazelle, mammoth, man
men, together, ready for more than muck.
=============================
April 2 poem
the prompt was "outsiders"
Outsiders now,
They float feather light,
walk the teetering shuffle in slippers
except when they are falling and landing hard
on heads or breaking hips or clavicles on the tile
They peer out of their years of forgetting,
furrowed, pale, a little grey, waiting
out the silence of full lives or empty lives.
Hovering near phone,
imagining a knock at the door
falling asleep in the chair
=======================
April 3 poem
the prompt was "the problem with..._________"
Canine Compromise
The problem with dogs is underemployment.
Eons of DNA for running the tireless patrol,
cooperative hunting for fun and profit,
the upper-handed snarl, or deep-den digging
dirt-flying intensity or gnawing elk femurs,
or marking or sniffing out the latest odorous map.
All this reduced to a 20-minute walk, and a half-
hour yard run, two antique humans, one with
no sense of humor, a chair under the window, and
a horrid selfish cat who bits dog toes, ears, lips
anything to secure the sun-spot on the rug.
Ah well, waiting for the mailman will have to do
==================
April 4 Poem
the prompt was to pick and animal....
oh please, a little armor
Armadillo of my envy
waddles on with leathery grace
and when alarmed, curls to himself
in fetal retreat. Turtle, my other idol
moves at a such slow deliberate pace
and when the world is too engaging
withdraws his head and hides his face.
- here are my first four days of the Poem a Day writer;s digest challenge (they supply a writing prompt - you supply a poem )
April 1 poem
the prompt was "origins"
Origin
Out of the muck we come
over-adrenalized and peevish
Muscled, toothed, furious to survive
Out of night, into the cave,
firelight dancing, igniting imaginings
of more-than-muck, and we
Out of our minds, with fire-born charcoal,
into the cavern carve a vast sprawling hunt
that we have made: gazelle, mammoth, man
men, together, ready for more than muck.
=============================
April 2 poem
the prompt was "outsiders"
Outsiders now,
They float feather light,
walk the teetering shuffle in slippers
except when they are falling and landing hard
on heads or breaking hips or clavicles on the tile
They peer out of their years of forgetting,
furrowed, pale, a little grey, waiting
out the silence of full lives or empty lives.
Hovering near phone,
imagining a knock at the door
falling asleep in the chair
=======================
April 3 poem
the prompt was "the problem with..._________"
Canine Compromise
The problem with dogs is underemployment.
Eons of DNA for running the tireless patrol,
cooperative hunting for fun and profit,
the upper-handed snarl, or deep-den digging
dirt-flying intensity or gnawing elk femurs,
or marking or sniffing out the latest odorous map.
All this reduced to a 20-minute walk, and a half-
hour yard run, two antique humans, one with
no sense of humor, a chair under the window, and
a horrid selfish cat who bits dog toes, ears, lips
anything to secure the sun-spot on the rug.
Ah well, waiting for the mailman will have to do
==================
April 4 Poem
the prompt was to pick and animal....
oh please, a little armor
Armadillo of my envy
waddles on with leathery grace
and when alarmed, curls to himself
in fetal retreat. Turtle, my other idol
moves at a such slow deliberate pace
and when the world is too engaging
withdraws his head and hides his face.
A very good night at Wednesday poetry
Lisa Starr was the Wednesday Night Poetry feature last night. Her even presence, her honesty and words made for a very good evening. The open myk was also quite good - and to combat the grey of the not yet blooming world Louise K. read a bunch of one liners. Like Red Skelton she enjoyed her own jokes so much she could barely stop laughing to read them - and we were laughing to....
I have video of Lisa, and also more or Robert Riche and Mother Tongue which I will be posting on http://YouTube.com/PoetsAndTheirPoems
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