How Love Lingers

Poem a day #25 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a love and/or anti-love poem and 2) write a poem that explores a small, defined space.


Comforted by your stilted laughter
I linger too long, recall our song

issued over coffee-shop chatting,
our crooked grins splatting after.

Shoulder to shoulder our heads still smarting; you consume the comic

books only to kill time before starting
the car. Horn blaring in the street

you are raring to go. I stand by,
a victim of such harmless violence.

Yet, my anger fumes at what I will
never tidy or knot neatly in a bow.

So tilting off the fence I leave dust
in your pocket for you to never find.


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The Faith of Lunch

Poem a day #24 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) write a faith poem, and 2) write an ekphrastic poem. I am poeming about  The Luncheon Of The Boating Party by Pierre Auguste Renoir.

the-luncheon-of-the-boating-party-pierre-auguste-renoirIn this luncheon gathering, I see no meal.
Straight to the bottles, my eyes are cushioned
in grape bunches, multi-color fruit reflected

in tints, well ripened amidst a messy table
top and conversation. All cloth napkins fall
askew, creating textures that mirror white

lace fringing the lady dresses, men muscles
showing from shirts and summer jackets.
Violet gowned girls lean in, elbows poised

to talk and listen to after lunch gossip,
as if fueled and fed to the hilt with only
wine, grapes, and warm summer wind.





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Last Gasp

IMG_0948Poem a day #23 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Take the phrase “Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem,  and 2) write a double elevenie, an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing a specific task in the poem.

Sharp whisper
Air is expelled
Honey seeps in

Silent thought
The heart expands
Love travels upstream

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Fable for the Earth

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Poem a day #22 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a fable poem,  and 2) write a georgic. The original georgic poem was written by Virgil, and while it was ostensibly a practical and instructional guide regarding agricultural concerns, it also offers political commentary on the use of land in the wake of war.

Like the global specter that haunted Marx
I  walk the path of blind historic deeds.
Whimpering feet flailing among the reeds
still sing lost lullabies in napping sparks
while my arduous steps can’t calm my rush
cause toes to cringe against shoe battling orbs.
Yet high on mountain lakes, my heart absorbs
time pass amidst a blue-green placid hush.

Once I held you and built a bridge to end
the feud between us, at whatever cost.
Like dirty pigeons from the city lost,
we blinked at the moon, as if it could mend
creases carved deep in our sequestered berth
blend the front lines into a single earth.


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Poem a day #21 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Pick an object (any object), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.,  and 2) write a poem that incorporates overheard speech.

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What I know

No longer mere comfort
sleepers still tucked in

under their blankets

suckling on dreams
of their mothers

Warm peat bog smells
have gone silent

the kitchen rattles
hearth and kettle fume

Gray steals the red
of the dawn

rips through blue hue

Hope charred on a stick
a tumor I can’t remove

I wrench my neck

as if I could hear
someone listening.

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Past Time

Poem a day #20 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a task poem,  and 2) write a poem that incorporates the vocabulary and imagery of a specific sport or game.

Far-a-way smack of ball on bat
the crackling voice on the radio
no cow bells nor bleacher yells

just the lull of a Sunday game
spread wide through the dark
driving us home to Hoboken

I dream up those first leg-striped
boys, who once divided the park
into diamonds, playing for fathers

mothers setting early dinner tables
in one packed row house or another
their ears always keen to the street.

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The Matter of Memory

Poem a day #19 is a response to prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a memory poem,  and 2) write a poem that recounts a creation myth.

IMG_2659I could create another bridge
to forgetting, leave behind

ageless eyes that still wrinkle
with past mistakes, that twinkle

anger into mean jokes and jabs.
I am singed in 
small tokens

of loss that still seep tinged
in some fading rainy gray kiss.

Touch to an elbow held back
I kneel to smell the damp

watch my neighbor slip home
from the night 
shift looking

for medicinal sips like shoe
polish to shine 
the morning

before sleep, how I did as a child
my father’s bureau nosy

to locate his smell: minty
inhaler, crisp handkerchief

the dangling of pocket change
how I always knew it was him.

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