Prompt 12: The Banquet
“yogurt and granola—and listens to the music of his best-fed child.”
–last line from Naomi Guttman, The Banquet of Donny & Ari
My child listens to yogurt living in her […]
after Georges Braque, “The Studio” (Vase before a Window)
In the well-lit studio, a cushion
on a yellow stool
near potted plant with heart-shaped leaves
before the three-paned wind […]
Fourteen Things I Ordered from Amazon During the Pandemic: A Sonnet
Pomi Tomatoes, chopped finely
Hickory-smoked bacon bits
Tuscanini tomato paste tube
Valley Fresh 100% natural white chicken […]
Hey Nancoise! I love this poem, and can so relate to the list of items. And that you made a list poem that’s also a sonnet!! Kudos!
This is wonderful, the way you start with food and practical items and transition to books is so wonderfully done.
I love this list and the title made me laugh out loud. Oh for a little more peace right now than war.
Like a blackout poem from a list! I love the last two lines – how the book titles say so much more!
How to Find the Dark
In Summer, walk behind the thresher
looking for the bodies of small animals.
Pray for them. When you stand on the railing
of the bridge, do a kicking Russian d […]
Rows of corn
lifting small wings
on rocks in the estuary
How some birds
cursive sh […]
Charles Simic is a sentence.
Marie Kondo is a verb. Nancy Pagh is
a phoneme, one of 44 ways of indicating
the degree of incarnadine flushing
the maple today at 12:08 Pacific T […]
Nancy Pagh is Wonderful!
Oh, this is brilliant and surprising and also so much fun!
I love the entire concept and construction of this poem! I must say that my favorite lines are “as you Marie Kondo this blue sweep of lake: / keeping it, keeping the joy that it sparks.” Every image is clear and beautiful and perfectly detailed!
What do you know about me? My shades
go up and down, blacking out the headlights,
the sword fern and cedar, the dreamy eyes
of black-tailed deer, your frilly locust reach
just b […]
The spare tire lurks—useless, flat,
only a metaphor for safety—there, hanging
off the back of my ’97 Toyota Rav
brilliant with the day’s radiance against
the muted, algaed dr […]
So much of this is wonderful, but my favourite part has to be this moment:
When I was a child, how did I move
so lightly from the transom to the dinghy,
from dinghy to the rocky shore
without getting wet at all? The Summer
I lived in Vancouver with an ear virus
and couldn’t stand up at all. What?
Resilience is the word everybody’s using,
making bright sounds with dark and sticky
Some disappearance is literal; some disappearance is myth.
He forged portraits of Dutch merchants
when commissioned landscapes dried up. I missed
the witch hazel and bitter green w […]
I notice you in an Acapulco chair at the party
how you manage to sit upright
an egg poached in the hurricane
stirred into a pan.
Abandoning the bodies of the de […]
We looked at The Goddess when we saw your mouth
erupt with teeth, signing your misaligned happiness
You had some disease we never learned the name of
Orbiting uncertain, ch […]
something dark inside the morning’s wing
clinks and mumbles the brass notes
of an ongoing river
with a coat on, nothing underneath
step out the side door into the cha […]
Hello Marathoners! This is my second Poetry Marathon–and first “half marathon.” I completed the full deal in 2016–and was so fortunate that several other people in my town did it too, so we met the next day t […]
Emperor Huang di
jutting granite peaks
the poet Li Bai
walked the sea of clouds
looking down jade screen
twisted pine, moon, and
sixty thousand steps
Sweet tincture, amber hued, with forgetfulness imbued,
Make insensible my tongue, as the woe from me is wrung,
If I languish all forlorn, with guttate spell quoth, […]
He’s in the well
I can tell
By the smell
Must save Timmy
Must save Timmy
Must get help
Must get help
Sobek he of pointed teeth, voracious lust, protects the weak
Rules the land of Lake Moeris, Son of murdered god Osiris
Warder of the evil eye, will rise with Horus in the sky
Swimming waters of the Nile, […]
Steam rises from summer sidewalk, fat droplets fall from humid air
evening rumbles with heat lightning and frogs rumble with mating calls.
August won’t ask for a raincoat, and July won’t keep still in a jar.
There once was a day when the sun stood still,
I remember that day and I always will.
When Helios gave his tired horses a rest,
the sun set in the East and then rose in the West.
As Atlas stood up the sky […]
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