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In schools teachers cover
the same hard ground.
Snow falls regardless.
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Brush dust from cold bedsheets.
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Calendar
In schools teachers cover
the same hard ground.
Snow falls regardless.
____
Brush dust from cold bedsheets.
Open windows wide.
This reminds me a little of a James Merrill poem called A Downward Look.
You picked some well known territory to write a poem about. It appears you went"back" to a more innocent time and found...
That is something that has been happening with my keyboard, I think. It only does it in free text boxes. You're correct, I should have caught that. So disregard everything else that I said. I meant...
I am not an expert at sonnets either, and I have read multiple variations on the traditional 2 or 3. There is nothing wrong with writing a sonnet to "try my hand at sonnets," but you might...
Haunted, this is a beautiful, well written tribute. I understand how you must feel; recently I lost a cat named Rascal, very similar to your apt description of Tiger.
Every word was precious.
I like the attempt here to change the venue for a love poem. The first stanza is the best, I agree. With a few tweaks. L1 sounds too much like a text book intro and
L4 might work better if it...
Hallaig, this is excellent. You have captured his voice very well. His actual voice always reminds me of the actor Kevin Spacey. I enjoyed your choices for communicating the exaggeration and...
There's an old adage: Never wrestle in the mud with a pig; you both get dirty and the pig loves it. Nevertheless, Caliode, you need to be informed that you are doing nothing more here than picking...
Zoo, maybe I read too much into this. I am guilty of doing that, but there seemed to be more to it that just laundry and breast feeding.
I see trees appearing through the fog on first thought, but I'm not sure. I was a little confused by the dragons splashing their wings and then being still in the third sentence, with no apparent...
I enjoyed the contemporary content of these. Though we can write about somewhere else, we are where we are.
To me this seems somewhere between the first scene of a play and the first page of a short story. What it is not is a poem. I'm not trying to be over critical of you, Caliode, but it seems to me, you...
Very moving image, Caddy. Strong in its brevity. One suggestion: you don't need the line, "Whose string is broken." I think you clarified broken in the first three lines. Then follow with now L7...
From Personal Poetry by Delta.
Dirty Laundry
Washboard lies
wakeful nights
all that scrubbing
like a fat irish woman
whose thick arms have
Probably more truth that we would care to raise against the myth. A powerful portrait, Delta. This is not the language of Sharon Olds, but it is in her realm of perception: tell it like it really is....
Thanks for commenting on this Auntie. I wrote 90% of this in about 15 minutes right after doing just what it says. I'm glad you asked about who Lenny was. It is typically a man's name and I...
.....
tents, and we were fireflies
in cravaneted jars
strung together and canned—
but I hated sardines,
too much salt, kills the snail—
ears,
epic nights,
between the faces of light,
neither...
It is to your credit that you bring such amplified language to such solemn content without much strain.
This line break was jarring to me. Perhaps that was intended, but I wanted to drop "to"...
seigniorage
I've read novels in which there are sections that I would call prose poems: Molly Bloom's soliloquy in Joyce's Ulysses; the Time Passes chapter of To the Lighthouse. Here is another by Amy Lowell, a...
—for Eric Cantor
We had two
Alsatian Buckhorn bedimmed,
emphasized grumble-colloquia
and the marvelous results.
The boys must be blind,
to the perfection of the arrangements,
shamefaced...
I remember
having to sit
down, as I heard
those awful words.
You’re fit, thank God,
you’ll get through this.
You don’t know who
gave this to you?
sgiomlaireached
See a book called How Does a Poem Mean by John Ciardi. If after that you want to go deeper see A Poet's Guide To Poetry by Mary Kinzie. It helps to understand poetry if you pick just one poet of...