How old are you
when you receive
this poem?
I am sixteen
years old
You're wide awake,
now, I remember,
the home shaken
by that midnight call
on the phone
I am sixteen
years old
Your parents,
woken, rushed out,
in their panic -
they've left
you alone
I am sixteen
years old
You know, in
this moment
of pounding heart
and uncertainty,
without being told
I am sixteen
years old
that the world's
been splintered,
like the tree you'll see,
down the bend
in the road
I am sixteen
years old
And he was
nineteen
for OpenWrite
Sit with me, won't you,
in our quiet spot, serene,
beneath the green eaves?
Something in
the brain broke
in the middle
of a line -
one second,
we knew it;
the next,
we did not -
their words
bent suddenly
into a long breath
of gibberish -
like speaking
in tongues -
And something
like that, Lord?
Something like
that, in someone
so young?
for OpenWrite
Mash-It-Up Poem
A trip to Laredo is like breaking open the sky.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man
Each long row of wheat meets the eye
Bake me a cake as fast as you can
before it sloughs into desert, where the occasional hawk,
Roll it, pat it
in a few concentric turns, identifies a weak movement.
and mark it with a B
I know this place. The place in between.
for OpenWrite
With lines borrowed from 'Eating the Moon in Cotulla, TX' by Analicia Sotelo and Pat-A-Cake nursery rhyme
https://poets.org/poem/eating-moon-cotulla-tx
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pat-a-cake,_pat-a-cake,_baker%27s_man
The Great Misplacement;
Where the snow has gone and left
ski pants on hangers
for Algot
Sleepy seeds might bring
the coming bloom, barely Spring;
In Winter, we dream
River stones, rattling over time,
change form, but still, remain
Daily Create for NWP's collaborative poem
Ivory
struck, rung
bass into treble
in harmony or solo
Piano
An Elfchen poem
for OpenWrite
She wondered
if the air of the poem,
if spoken in verse,
could fill the balloon -
if her words,
whispered, were
the size of a quiet
room
for MastoPrompt
Red, like the sunset,
the horizon, violet,
just before the dark