NaPoWriMo Day 17: … is for Q

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Unknown-11I don’t have a poet to highlight for Q, so you’ll have to settle for a photo of you-know-who.  Star Trek fans will understand.

Happy International Haiku Poetry Day!  I encourage you to try your hand at a little 5-7-5 of your own.

 


And without further ado, here’s my NaPoWriMo poem-of-the-day. A haiku, with a twist:

Your voice still echoes
down abandoned corridors
of space and of time.

I answer.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 16: P is for Poe

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Bonus… I’ve written two NaPoWriMo haiku tonight!  The first is in honor of my poet du jour, Edgar Allan Poe.  His writing has thrilled and horrified me since I was a kid,  and his poetry… equally spooky!2aa866474c79e64d19bf4db11a455780

Edgar Allan Poe
 never wrote haiku.  His poems-    
 long, dark avenues.

 


And without further ado, here’s my second NaPoWriMo haiku-of-the-day.  Cheers:

Ginger, bitters, lime

(a slice) and the silver bite

of iced juniper.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 15: Oh is for Oliver…

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Mary Oliver… nature… say no more:

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, content
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place 
in the family of things.

~Mary Oliver

 


And without further ado, here’s my NaPoWriMo poem-of-the-day:

It’s the holy pause

at the hinge of your exhale,

Each breath is your life.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 14: N is Niedecker

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Though I love plain-spoken poetry, I’ve an equally soft place for poems that make me pause and consider.  I was introduced to Lorine Niedecker’s work during the Modern Poetry in America MOOC  (linked here) a few Septembers back.  A Wisconsin native, her poetry is spare and sometimes cryptic and I’m a huge fan.

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Hear
where her snow-grave is
the You
ah you
of mourning doves

~Lorine Niedecker


And without further ado, here’s my NaPoWriMo poem-of-the-day:

 Love is messy and

those poems- a dime a dozen

(We can’t get enough.)

It’s sticky.

And no matter how sexy Neruda can be

Love is not a poem. 

NaPoWriMo Day 13: M is for Rod McKuen

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Rod McKuengrowing up, his poetry occupied a place of honor in our home.  My mother IMG_0287kept his books on the china hutch next to a set of the Lives of the Saints.   I think what I like best about his poems is their emotional vulnerability; they’re personal… like reading his diary.  His popularity in the 60s and 70s suggests that  people love to feel emotionally connected.  BTW I’m gaga for the mod cover art.

McKuen was  also a successful song writer, nominated for an Acadamy Award for the song Jean written for the movie, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie.   The first 45 record I remember buying was Terry Jacks’ Seasons in the Sun–  only much later did I realize it was a McKuen song.

Now without further ado, my NaPoWriMo poem-of-the-day:

 

Those long hot days

we stretched our brown legs in the tall grass.

The summer lawn hosted a thousand dandelions

and we strung plastic charms along a tattered thread,

made bracelets from clover,

ate strawberries from a tin.

 

Oh, as a child, the things I wanted to be.

Pilot, archeologist, artist, writer.

 

When I wasn’t looking

the days and seasons fell away like beads

from a broken string.

That’s the thing.

There’s too many to catch so they clatter,

roll away forever,

in this direction and that.

Almost as though they never mattered.

Almost.

But then way turns into way,

and the path was curly, as paths go,

and well, you know.

Here I am.

Summer is pulling up to the garage

and I’ve got my pen in hand

and a thousand dandelions at my feet.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 12: L is for love poems?

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I was going to write a love poem, but sometimes you have to take whatever rolls off your pen…

Now without further ado, my NaPoWriMo poem-of-the-day:

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I handed you the saw,

climbed into the box.

The only sound the ticking of the clocks.

There was a mirror. Smoke.

A rabbit trembled in the folds of your cloak, and

after the flourish, your top hat was askew,

cards fell from your sleeve.

Applause.

Who are they clapping for? Who?

 

 

NaPoWriMo Day 11: K is for Ted Kooser

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 I especially enjoy what I think of as plain-spoken poems.  Poems that communicate something beautiful in a straightforward manner and don’t beat around the bush.    Today I’m high-fiving. Ted Kooser, Poet Laureate 2004-2006; the hyperlink from his name above will take you to five of his poems that you’ll enjoy- and you can meet the poet himself in the video below- 

And how, without further ado, my NaPoWriMo poem for today:

 

My jeans go on,

like anyone else

 one leg follows the other.

And then I start the day,

and the rest of the day follows,

and moving through the day,

one minute follows another,

until the hours grow legs of their own,

one following another,

following along that way,

until day follows day.