The snow is settled now my dearbut do you want life shaken up,arousal in your enclosed world? I too have wings that I can opento fly beyond my writing roomwhere words are gods and bees can spellif I shake my realm a bitfly with fingers to worlds of fancybeyond my ordinary sphere Photo from Macys … More Flights of Fancy
On a softened eveningshe returned from worksnow and stillnessher lonely companions From the kitchen tableamid egg smudged plate andcoffee smeared cupher pen and journalcalled to her:write with me,recreate your day,artist yourself,listen An unconsciousness poemthat had simmered all daywas ready for escapeto fancy itselfonto paper *Recreate: 1) form anew in the imagination; recollect and re-form in … More Recreate*
Ms. Prissy Perfect pads into the room tender on soft paws but don’t forget she hides her sharpened claws inside those paws, her weapons when she thinks my writing’s off or words I choose are not quite up to snuff “Your meter strays from strict pentameter, I doubt your next revision will be better.” And … More Ms. Priss on Iambic Pentameter
My friend, Sherri, called when I was in a rather deep depression, like many in my country after the presidential election of 2016. Sherri and I live 900 miles apart, but she could hear the hopelessness in my voice. “Are you writing?” she asked. I admitted that I hadn’t. “Then I challenge you to write … More Commonplace Book
Summon a muse, but get a witch Who incites havoc in your psyche, Besmirching you with mystic incantations Summon a witch, but get a muse Whose insights of enlightenment Bedazzle you with lyric alchemy Day Thirteen: Write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and … More Summons
observe the moment write, count, slash, then rearrange darn, last line still has six Day One prompt: Write a poem that provides the reader with instructions on how to do something.
So many things are cooking at once – the draft of a poem a half-written letter a sketch for a painting a new app to learn Right now, they’re half-baked so I’ll turn up the heat let all but one simmer on a back burner and hope that my home doesn’t burn down Is … More Fire Alarm
Channeling Dickinson I write alone – from my writing desk looking out my writing window inspired by this little slice of woods – teeming with constant change – No dashing anywhere today – except on poet’s paper Read more about Emily Dickinson on poets.org.
February rains pock yesterday’s snow with icy muddy puddles February words rain onto journal pages, as dull, sloshy drivel More snow, though, is expected later in the evening to smooth this sloppy lawn Forecast, too, more words to blanket first-draft babble with soft poetic song Photo courtesy of Pixabay, adjusted using PaintShop
My folder full of drafts awaits a tough-love hand to start the revision process I’ll get a load of laundry started to wash while I revise, last night’s dishes need cleaning up and why not start some soup to simmer while I work revisions? Finally, at the computer I find CNN is open; I read … More Revision Avoidance (part 1)