Appetite Affair Adore apples Bewitched by bread Charmed by chocolate Delight in doughnuts Esteem eggs Fall for fajitas Go for grapefruit Hold hamburger in high regard Idolize ice-cream Just crave jam Kiss kasha goodbye Love lava cakes Mad for muffins Nibble noodles Over head and ears in love with olives Passionate about peanut butter Quest… Continue reading Appetite Affair
It's Black Friday. For me here in Canada, that term was meaningless for most of my life. When I first heard it, I thought it had something to do with a particularly unlucky Friday the 13th or something. Of course those innocent days are gone. Black Friday disease has crossed the border, and even though… Continue reading Black Friday wish list for poets
Full Moon Almanac Wolf Moon lights snow-blue fields embossed with paw print trails to where January ghosts howl Ice Moon Snow Moon February’s bluster winds heap white dunes We’ve stocked the cupboard full against Storm Moon Worm Moon March’s wiggly trails of melt, then Crust Moon Spring so white and pure we call her Chaste… Continue reading Full Moon Almanac
I've been keeping up with the November Poem-A-Day poetry prompts at Poetic Asides. Yesterday's was "Talk back to a dead poet. Choose a poem you like by a poet who is no longer living and offer a rebuttal." I chose the poem "Leisure" by W. H. Davies (1871-1940). Here is the original: Leisure What is… Continue reading Leisure these days
Duck Pond Primary Crows are campaigning for the abolition of eagles and hawks. Starlings are a pollster’s nightmare can’t make up their minds about anything. Ducks hang around the path in true socialist fashion: Why get ambitious when most walkers carry birdseed or bags of bread? A solitary heron is the pond’s pundit but he… Continue reading Duck Pond Primary
The Alchemy of Poetry Position the inert element (any prompt will do) into the beaker of an empty page and bathe in the acid of a long stare. Placing vessel over the flame of thought heat until surface softens and breaks into fault lines. With any writing instrument organize component parts into webs and lists.… Continue reading The Alchemy of Poetry
Migration A little fog, a little snow a little icy rain has grounded all the iron birds till weather clears again. A mighty fall of passengers now fills the airport lounge an unexpected stopover to water and to scrounge. Their tickets said it was nonstop but leading lines of weather interrupt diurnal flight— at least… Continue reading Migration
I took this photo on a September holiday several years ago. It's a lake along the Sunshine Coast Highway, between Sechelt , B.C. and the Earl's Cove ferry terminal. It was perfectly still; the air was absolutely breathless. That sense of peace, as in rest from labour and waiting is what I often feel on… Continue reading Shutting down
sorting photos long ago, it seems so long ago all faded now to harvest gold and avocado green glossy rectangles and squares declare it so stiff sepia grooms and lacy brides that glow coiled hair, dark lips, like 20’s starlets from the screen long ago, it seems so long ago hosts of people I don’t… Continue reading sorting photos
Diane's post about wild geese on Random Noodling last Poetry Friday reminded me of this poem. Are the geese doing their autumn flypast where you live? This post is submitted to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by Diane at Random Noodling
Violet Nesdoly 