I remember
the first night
in that apartment,
that old brick building,
the way the Mill River
roared just outside
the window, as if
life were suddenly
moving on
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You might have liked me
to be a child of sticks,
of snare shots, sizzle,
and coordinated drum kicks
Instead, you had me,
a curious kid with fingers
on the keys, a tongue
on mouthpiece and reed
We all find our way in
Today's prompt at #OpenWrite was an I Am From poem. I tried a music note theme.
read: https://write.as/dogtrax/i-am-from-whole-notes
#SmallPoems (not that small, I know, but it's a fav tag)
A hammer to
the head —
it's not what
you think —
but even so,
years after,
I thought
about it, often,
late at night,
remembering
the fall,
the cry,
the call,
as I lay awake
in bed
On paper, at least,
a travel itinerary's
flawlessly built
on possibilities:
a leap in
imagination
of side alleyways,
riverside wanderings,
museum galleries,
shops and eateries,
and a language
to wrestle your tongue
into submission
#SmallPoems for #OpenWrite
https://www.ethicalela.com/oh-the-places-youll-go/
Imagine a world of cloud
rolling above the hills,
alone, but beyond a crowd
of daytime daffodils,
with petals reaching towards trees,
both, swaying to the breeze
a "borrowed rhyme" poem for #OpenWrite
https://www.ethicalela.com/borrowed-rhymes/
words borrowed from I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud by William Wordsworth
https://discoverpoetry.com/poems/william-wordsworth/i-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud/
A moment
of breathing,
in the woods
Stop - note the
uncurling
green branch buds;
this small grove
of elm trees
awakens
#SmallPoems for #OpenWrite (tricube poem format)
I am wander
a page spelunker
wrapping fingers
around verse
immersed inside
some other
poet's writing
finding something
forgotten or missed
a glance a sound
a thought a kiss
You see the whole
of things, Charles Wallace,
while we capture only
the softest of edges
It’s almost as if
you’re invisibly threaded
in connection to your sister,
her thoughts in the night
like starlight,
and yet, you fall silent
near strangers, observant
as always, always noticing
the slightest twitches
in the fabric of time
You might do well to learn
to wear humility as a blanket,
for the universe depends
upon you
#SmallPoems for #OpenWrite (prompt is be inspired by character from a book)
Beneath snow,
ice -- an invisible
layer of danger
Tread carefully
where nature is known
to harden in form
We wander this world
always on the edge
of collapse
#SmallPoems for #OpenWrite, with a prompt about being observational of your surroundings.
A poem from the #OpenWrite prompt this morning, on hurt and healing. I turned to my Martin tenor saxophone.
text of poem: https://dogtraxwrites.com/poetry/poetry-taking-my-martin-apart/
#SmallPoems (well, not quite small but I'm keeping my fav hashtag)
The prompt for this morning's #OpenWrite poems was an etheree/mirror poem and I used Vintage Vanity -- a prose poem by Terrance Hayes -- for mine.
Hayes Poem: https://poets.org/poem/vintage-vanity
Prompt: https://www.ethicalela.com/hope-lies-within/
Secret:
make a song,
gold-woven
with shadows
My fingers
play you,
gently,
a blanket,
blue like
silver
I sing
and in
my heart
I shelter
you, secretly
a blackout/found #poem for #OpenWrite
Original Source: Secret by Gwendolyn B. Bennett
Four/Four
A set of drums
Fast pedal clock click
His hands hitting cymbals
An intricate rhythm stick
In near perfect balance
An intricate rhythm stick
In four-four time
The drummer never quits
Each note becomes another
Drive it home, forward
His hands hitting cymbals
The beat of feet
The guitar is gone
The bass drops out
The singer now sits
The drummer never quits
variation on 4x4 poem - four stanzas, four words each line, some lines weave in and out
#SmallPoems with prompt via #OpenWrite
All day it continues, each kindness
reaching toward another—a stranger
singing to no one ...
— from For The Sake Of Strangers
by Dorianne Laux
You spent your day
in hesitation, waiting
for the moment when
kindness might come
But what if in that waiting,
you missed the opportunity
to receive the grace of
another's reaching out
And so, too, today brings
the possibility of each of us
making one small act
to alter the life of another
Sing the song
another might hear
Upon reflection,
I wonder if my words
got angled, tangled up
in emotion and syntax,
the facts of what I was saying
obscured, for surely,
if I had been clear enough,
if I had been articulate enough,
if I had whispered loud enough,
with passion, in a fashion,
he might have listened;
instead, he just upped
and walked away
A 'reflection' poem
FlickrUpon Reflection
My old classroom was drenched
in cold, isolated silence;
Now I'm bathed in songs of joy
rising from the playground
a Naani #smallpoems for #openwrite
Today's final August prompt for #openwrite was to find a poem by another and write a TIME acronym poem. I stumbled, not unexpectedly on a Lune poem my #clmooc friend @tellio as my anchor poem
How the day slides by.
nearly done.
watercolor spent.
— poem by Tellio
Tellio, my friend, Terry, again,
I'm forever thankful of the moment
My quill connected with yours, for we are
forEver dipping nibs of wonder into ink
I relish
the rhythms
of the shoreline
a hunk of wood
with a history
all my own
By morning,
I'm stranded
on sand
By night,
I'm on the move
again
#SmallPoems for #OpenWrite
A Postcard poem
Dawn, opens eyes
with raindrops for a skirt;
Monday gets dressed
#SmallPoems for #OpenWrite
The prompt was to write a Lune, a sort of haiku with 3 words/5 words/ 3 words, on the theme of Mondays
