All Lined Up They’re all lined up and dressed to the T’s. Shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip they hang on vinyl pews silent and still until one billowed breath sends them swaying in the spirit and waving praises in hallelujah colors. Word Count: 40 (minus the title) (Pulled from the archives and […]
40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 23
Lingual “Sometimes I wonder about the origin of words. This one, for instance: palpable. Can you feel it? Did someone wake up one morning and find it had appeared on his tongue, an errant (but perfect) leftover from a dream?” Word Count: 40 (including title) ~ L.L. Barkat in “Lingual” from Love, Etc.: Poems of […]
poetry dare: tangled up in t.s. eliot
His lines crawl across my cortex when I sit and when I walk and when I lie down and when I rise up. While I wash dishes, he whispers words like maisonette and miasmal mist and fugitive resentment and glazen shelves and green silence. I can’t shake the images of brown waves of fog and daffodil bulbs staring up from eye sockets and a […]
still saturday: walking poetry
For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them. ~Ephesians 2:10 (NASB) God calls you his workmanship, his poiemia. What happens when God writes poetry? We do. We happen. We are walking poetry, the kind that moves, the kind who has hands and feet, the kind with […]
a poetry prompt: lace
Laced in Time A faded photograph from the old Morse School (is that the teacher?), scuffed and grayed tiny tied-together shoes, a yellowed tablecloth safety-pinned with a paper scrap– words penned in my mother-in-law’s hand, “belonged to Grandma Sandquist,”– a child’s tea set and a couple pocket watches, a birthday date book presented in […]
found: a poem for Megan’s birthday
Sometimes when you’re sandwiched between crises and you’re going through it without your mother, you just need to come out and play a little polo, find your balance with some red clover. Maybe slip your laptop into the red case and head to some sweet spot that sells veggies with a little turkey. Because that’s […]
poetry prompt: hinged on a dream
She danced between dreams rusted and worn, whirling and twirling until the music stopped, and she slipped through the keyhole of door number three where she found another door that hinged on a dream. And the lock was broken. Still dreaming and dancing, Sandy Responding to a Tweetspeak Poetry prompt on dancers and […]
a poetry dare with t.s. eliot
Remember that poetry dare issued by Tweetspeak Poetry I mentioned earlier this month? Well, it’s begun . . “We’d like you to read not just a poem a day but a poem from one particular poet a day. (That is, the same poet every day.) And that poet, for reasons we have yet to discover, […]
doors: a photo and poetry prompt
Doors, real and imagined. They invite and shut out. They can lead to life or to death, to the past and to the future, to longing or loneliness, to hope and sometimes despair. Doors handle memories and opportunities. These are just some of the doors I saw last year–in my home, in my yard, in […]
poetry at work: my workspace
No closet pocketed the clothes back then, so his bed tucked in that space under the ceiling slant where he peeled wall paper during nap time. I imagine cowboy boots kicked careless in the corner, hat hung on peg while Roy Rogers ticked time. Some years later, his mom exchanged the twin for double and […]
