Monthly Archives: April 2013

National Poetry Writing Month, day 30; April 30th

Finishing line in sight! Watch what follows. The goal you seek is not the goal. Thanks for following, sorry I have not replied to many. My regular photoblog is at http://www.blipfoto.com/woodpeckers, and I hope to keep publishing smaller micro poems, … Continue reading

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National Poetry Writing Month, day 29, April 29th

Nabucco at the Apollo Opera at the cinema no need to wear furs. Audience average age seventy reverential, awed By pure music the power of the voice Lingering, long Aftertheword. We climb into taxis soar through the skies, Still singing, … Continue reading

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National Poetry Writing Month, day 28, April 28th

Greys like this Days like this, of greyness when the spring, which seemed to be sprung retreats, leaving the washing sagging on the line; the birds scratching bare earth; the flowers tightly furled; kettle unboiled tea still dry in the … Continue reading

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National Poetry Writing Month, Day 27, April 27th

Melting you fire me up you pierce me I long for you your tongue, your touch as the marshmallow longs for the toasting fork. Another ‘poem of sarcastic dislilke’ as suggested by another National Poetry Writing Month exercise, but this … Continue reading

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National Poetry Writing Month, day 26, April 26th

Greening Deep green at last! Winter’s bleached fields recede, giving way to grasshopper, racing green, tempting turf for rolling and strolling, breathing vast lungfuls. Green lights us to freedom: Go ahead! Go now! Another poem based on the idea of … Continue reading

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National Poetry Writing Month, day 25, April 25th

Let it burn! Things they don’t tell you about menopause How many yawns until tomorrow? let me take you inside the core of tired, to the bottom that has no base, the mere thought sending spirals, the whole of the … Continue reading

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National Poetry Writing Month, day 24, April 24th

Caffe Corretto Conversations This is the life; no breeze here! my dad worked as a driving instructor I’m not working as a pickup driver, I’m working at sipping these beers. This is the life; a flat white bliss Yesterday was … Continue reading

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