Enamored of the woods long before I came to know, love Robert Frost As a boy I knew contemplative pull of woods ‘lovely, dark and deep’ I had trod same, worn paths in summer not until I was well an adult did I discover The…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Hour 2 – Solstice – Text Prompt
Why do they care for summer? Cicadas sing to bats who shriek, Searching for their meal this evening And they’ll find just what they seek A meal’s a bounty in Summer’s set The sun’s not set and will rise early Though Night complains you’re tired…
(Hour 02) 11.30-12.30am. VISUAL PROMPT, Man looking round white edge
L-plate hitch-hiker not sure what Ryan thinks he’ll do now he’s clinging — to the edge of one of those things — while it might’ve seemed an excellent idea inside his scattergun brain we never discussed — now — this moment as white metal — rises —…
The woods (with credit and gratitude to Robert Frost)
Snow crunches under my feet with each step toward the forest path and above me, fir branches bow, weighted down with sparkling drifts: the woods are lovely, dark and deep. The moon shines down upon me and stars twinkle in the sky above. In the…
Life-Haiku #2
Life like a Haiku contains wisdom for the fool women deserve rights
Promises to keep
I had promises to keep but instead regarded Robert Frost, who stopped his horse to watch the woods fill up with snow. I paused, too, from time to time while those around me grew impatient waiting for me to go again. Harness bells jingled in…
Hour 2 – at sun down
the last light of life fades, the sun downs on my brow. my hair are like the silver cups with fancy black bows you liked. I cannot separate anymore between left and right. misty memories of moments, hazy hues crowd my sight. Yet I…
Why bother with a scary wood? (hour 2)
If the woods are lovely, dark and deep As Robert Frost shared in Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening, I would rather flip the page and leap I would rather move on and enjoy the evening Why bother with a scary wood When I can…
Do Not Stop in the Woods on a Snowy Evening
“Stopping by woods on a-” Stop Right there Do not continue I hate that poem Twenty times I heard that poem in the same year They kept playing the same Reading Rainbow episode every time they wanted to put something on just to occupy us…
Poem 2. Upon Visiting Ross Elementary School, Uvalde, TX, (a senrua, with credit to Robert Frost for line 2 from “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening”)
Still light outside, the darkest evening of the year, we watched tall trees bow over boarded up windows hiding their alphabet soup. 6/25/2022