Predict something will happen and it is more likely to happen Some days are write-offs Some people are liars because contradictions cannot hold true Some contradictions hold true Bitterness spreads more easily than joy Lids will always disappear People get healed miraculously People do not get healed miraculously Socks …
These tragic days bring back 30 year old memories. Time for a poem. The screen door is so thin No kind of shelter in the face of whatever this is Skies shrouded with dirt dark as intermittent radio reports I am six, almost seven Out on my grandparent’s acreage if I remember right …
This concludes my endeavour to write a poem a day for the month of April. This final poem tries to capture my surprised delight at having succeeded. How can it be that Almost every time I reach into the dark Velvet bag of my heart I pull out some treasure A shiny bit of sapphire …
There has always been music Four entertainers stand against a backdrop wet with shimmer like the glistening belly of a mermaid They sing about heartbreak running to the open road running away They sing about the way that love is always left standing There has always been music The one who plays …
Year by year you forget all the things I thought would last Day by day you call to mind things I hoped would pass Words I let fly carelessly got tangled in your hair You comb the knots out, crying I can’t help you, but I care There were things I could not hide …
Time for another found poem. This one taken from an article from NASA, for kids, about black holes. You can read that article here. A black hole is a place where gravity pulls so much that even light can not get out When a star is dying people are invisible Black holes can …
This on follows a form called a Cinquain. Five lines. 2 syllables. 4 syllables. 6 syllables. 8 syllables. 2 syllables. Or thereabouts. Spaces between the words we cannot say aloud Grown to sinkholes, black holes, galaxies alight Feature images by Tom Sodoge for Unsplash
This insane form is called a Paradelle, and apparently it was invented by Billy Collins as a wry joke. But I took it seriously today. We’ve got to ease our way into the light We’ve got to ease our way into the light The negative, balancing between exposed and overexposed The negative, balancing between exposed …
Playing with another form – a nonet! When I drive the city’s grey and hard There are no open arms or eyes It is a different city A vague metropolis Where are the birthmarks? Ma and pop shops Meander towards home
You tell me that you lived in darkness for a dozen years–how you couldn’t face your life anymore –all the hope had drained from your face A woman came to pray for you and it was like the flipping of s switch Your speech speeds up now You take on new energy and glow …