Painting by Astrid Bruning
My prompt at dVerse Poets Pub is up and it’s about writing a “personal ad” to collect your soul.
“Write a poem that only your intended audience will get. Show them who you are, not who you want the world to see. When I think of sample poems, Walt Whitman’s ‘Song of Myself’ immediately comes to mind as he declares to the world in (at the time) scandalous free verse the celebration of love for both nature and humanity and how they carnally and spiritually intertwine within him.”
To see the full prompt, visit dVerse, and feel free to join in the engagement. Prompt closes this Thursday, June 7 at 1pm Rocky Mountain Time.
You can also see my example, New Refrain.
Painting by Angela Moulton
Driving home with Taj Mahal barely on the stereo, as the sound of the southern valley wind through cracked windows was blasting in my ears, I rounded a curve on the descent into town and very clearly heard a call of the Western meadowlark to the east, then once again in the brush to the north. Was it possible for the birdsong to drift above the currents of the strong wind and make itself heard to this passing vessel? Perhaps, if only to drive home the lesson Read More
Art: Rochelle McBride
As I sit here brooding atop the fence,
Cock-eyed in the most literal sense,
I relieve myself on and of your labors,
And tomorrow, Read More
Painting by Julie Robertson
Your tangled blond curls and indigo snow boots as you sit, legs outstretched on the library floor
Maypole ribbons of language flaring from the page to touch your vast eyes and lioness laugh at all the good parts
The other kids lean on you — their protector — sensing you see what they cannot yet
Qohelet wisdom, and fear– a Serengeti carcass Read More
Photography by Amaya Engleking
In 1984 I had colic but through 1993 the years were idyllic, running with wolves and kissing Jesus on the cheek. Watching the stars dance for me outside my bedroom window. When we moved from the sunshine when I was ten my hair slowly turned dark, and soon did everything else. Read More
Art: Lin Wei Zhi
The atonal jewel in the broken heart
Of the wilted lotus and I guess I’m saying
That I can only guess given this heritage of rebellion Read More
He is a living God, so we don’t need your laws of nutrition and insurance: Whatever we consume with a prayerful heart, we get what we need Read More
Painting by Pavel Guzenko
What system are you going to fabricate tonight?
A clear way to discern black from white?
In which all spoken intuitive fiction
Can become, once and for all, conviction?
Or will it be a new solar one
In which bodies of mystical mass
‘Circle’ a serene and older sun Read More
‘God’s voice don’t get you too far’
what they say at and below the bar,
nourishing our suckling wide-eyed star
that should awake to one more day
if the canyon bends to what we prayed
despite what the river carved and God hath made: Read More
‘Pearl’ by Amaya Engleking
Words are nutrients for the lone poet. She who, in loving devotion, asks for revelations from God, is shown the brilliant design in golden fish-scale scapes layered as soft pearly flakes– rising miracles from the cracked crust of the earth, with each new world existing both for, and because of, divine love. She dips into one pool and each ripple is a new-born dream, manifest as human on earth, as star in sky, as song in space. Read More