I am not, in any way, giving up on the poetry challenge. It’s just that I have less than a week to completely clean out my kitchen for a remodel that we originally thought we had a month to prepare for (cabinets came way earlier than expected). Poetry will resume when I don’t feel so…panicked…
Laurie says “go back.” I had to find a poem over 5 years old which meant I actually had to dig back to my ill-fated grad school days and find what I wrote my one and only semester at New College (it’s good to never throw anything out). It was surreal when I wrote itContinue reading “Poem a Day Challenge #16”
At the halfway mark Laurie says “get small.” Fred, my love. This one is for you. You are a complete joy,radiating an ebullient contagious spirit. Strangers don’t exist to you;everyone is worthy of time.Son, I am in awe.
Laurie wants us to turn a poem into a Madlib. She chose T.S. Elliot; I decided to go with William Butler Yeats. Running, running, in the expansive fieldThe child cannot hear the mother. Toys fall apart; her basket cannot hold; Mere existential despair is loosed upon the park, A red-hazed rage is loosed, and everywhereTheContinue reading “Poem A Day Challenge #14”
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