Here’s something inspired by today’s Picture Prompts, which I follow on Twitter (@pictureprompts).
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Deep aqua
The sun on the cliff is blinding
white, almost as bright as the sea
of sand that stretches to the hazy
horizon. The rusted steel
hull of a ship rests on its keel, offers
the only shade at noon. Did it reach
this land-locked harbor by sailing
over the oean-blue sky?
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Another exercise from The Daily Poet.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Found poetry: Twitter
In his dictionary, Dr. Johnson defined a stoat as “a small stinking animal.”
Republicans’ proposed Medicaid cuts would hit rural patients hard
All the characters are on trial in any civilized narrative. — William Empson
Poetry can do many things. But what I value is a poem’s ability to make me simply reconsider: a single word, an image I see daily, a thought
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Though I apologize for my prolonged absence, I’m not going to try to explain beyond these two words: marching band.
My poetry buddy Doug Self tweeted for a word prompt last week, so I obliged. Here’s a link to his response (http://dougselfblog.wordpress.com/2014/11/18/bluffing/) and below is what I came up with.
Job Search
It’s a cat-and-mouse game, he said. One plays
dead, the other feigns disinterest. But which
is hunter and which is hunted? No, that’s not
quite right—
it’s a game of chicken, where each tries to guess
how far the other will go, who’s bluffing, who will flinch
first. Then again, he mused, the one who blinks
is the loser, so maybe
it’s more like dating, where each puts the best
foot forward. He nodded. The catch is, you don’t know who
is looking for a long-term relationship and who just wants
to hook up.
Oh, she said, you always have to assume
the latter.
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