I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')
This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.
Announcement (19 May 2013)
I won’t be writing so many new poems for a while — though there will be some. I want to spend more time on revision, and more time working on memoir (in prose!). I'll continue to participate in my online poetic communities, sharing poems already written.
19 September 2011
All day a haze of white
has covered the sky
turning the sun dark —
but it’s too hot
for a nuclear winter.
The internet tells us: smoke
from controlled burns and others
spreading across the corners
of two States.
Tonight of course
we see no moon.
Out walking late this afternoon
we spoke to neighbours
we’d never met,
all at that point mystified.
Much later, watching on telly
an hour of Jimi at Woodstock,
I well remember
seeing this first at the time —
the height of the Vietnam war
and the height of the protests.
We knew about the napalm by then
and My Lai. So did he.
Oh my God, we said in ’69,
as he played the Star Spangled Banner
and gradually his guitar
gave us the noise of screaming
over the blare of guns.
Confusion / connection / communication.
Even in times of no light.
Journalling my relationship with the moon: 21
30 Poems in 30 Days: 25, Include a pop culture reference. (Yes, the 30 Day poems are liable to get a little out of order now, as I seek to combine prompts when possible.)