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Again

April 25, 2020 by Dale 7 Comments

You are here     today     Again now upon my lap     my hands in you when     you passed into a tomorrow     today     yesterday is Again born     into a day     birthday candles extinguished     with a spark a bark peals     back the dark your face     printed on your name you awake     the silence with     a look     a belly rub…

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Filed Under: Dogs, Leo, Poetry Tagged With: Ben, dog, GloPoWriMo, Leo, Poem, remembering, transition, welcoming

Sex upon a Vine

April 24, 2020 by Dale Leave a Comment

Seed of my hands Red fruit of my toil A child of my lands Umami bred of soil A poison apple forbidden flesh a stained chapel in wedding dress Woven heirloom culinary ring born of June bloom my pasta’s king You’re sugar and sweet gob smacked bitter acid in mince meat sour before the heat…

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Filed Under: Fruit, Garden/Vegetables, GloPoWriMo2020, Macro, Poetry, Shoots, Writes Tagged With: fruit, GloPoWriMo, Love, ode, Poem, tomato

M ~

April 23, 2020 by Dale Leave a Comment

Marble open mouth Parabolic infinity Entry me invites. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt:  Day Twenty-Three:  write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Doesn’t “S” look sneaky and snakelike? And “W” clearly doesn’t know where it’s going! Think…

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Filed Under: GloPoWriMo2020, Haiku, Poetry, Uncategorized Tagged With: alphabet, GloPoWriMo, Haiku, M, Poem

Shoot the Birds

April 22, 2020 by Dale Leave a Comment

For my father, always as a child, the morning hour had gold in its mouth — and so roused of my bed, hot coffee in his thermos and hot chocolate in mine, he’d drive me up Black Mountain, tell me as we flew the nest, “Keep your eagle eyes peeled for the grouse” speckled in…

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Filed Under: GloPoWriMo2020, Poetry Tagged With: birds, childhood, father, GloPoWriMo, grouse, hunting, idiom, memory, Poem, riffle, son

In the Hemi-Light

April 21, 2020 by Dale 2 Comments

Dette landskab ligner en hemmelighed That landscape lingers in hemi-light fordi floden ikke ses Feathered blood inks the skies fra det sted, hvor jeg befinder mig. frosted showers just behind me Og derfor er det også Embossed air that scars det landskab, hvor jeg lettest The landscape — hovers weightless ville kunne undvære mig selv….

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Filed Under: Animals, GloPoWriMo2020, Nature, Poetry, Writes Tagged With: Danish, GloPoWriMo, homophonic, Light, Northern Cardinal, Poem, translation

My Gift to You …

April 20, 2020 by Dale Leave a Comment

My childhood’s eyes a world swallowed in a mint multiplication of every deed suddenly I can master anything just like my superhero Pop I’m a star, I’m hero, I’m singer every hum a single that brings tingles a sunset arranged upon my plate a half-eaten grilled cheese a fish-tail if you please a skyscraper of…

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Filed Under: GloPoWriMo2020, Poetry, Writes Tagged With: childhood, Family, Gift, GloPoWriMo, imagination, Love, Poem

Gone

April 19, 2020 by Dale Leave a Comment

Gone is winter’s blanket now weathered salt dried perspiration has left its marks broken a step’s front tooth a remnant of hardness kicked down an empty street footballed by father and son between a scratched passing lane split shucked maple wheels flank the wheaten verges of lawns littered with yesterday cellophane wrappers butt hidden habits…

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Filed Under: GloPoWriMo2020, Poetry Tagged With: GloPoWriMo, gone, neighborhood, Poem, walk, walking archive, Winter

Saturday Morning

April 18, 2020 by Dale 3 Comments

We wake to a photon of early light pushing its nose through the curtains upon a crusted eye, upon a dusted dream spooned into the smallness of each other our bigness binds, blooms in nuzzled sniff until our bodies awake us to directions divided, we prepare our church for ritual, emptying the nocturnal holding tanks,…

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Filed Under: GloPoWriMo2020, Poetry, Writes Tagged With: Coffee, Espresso, GloPoWriMo, Love, pleasure, Poem, relationship, ritual, Saturday

Salt Pans

April 17, 2020 by Dale 2 Comments

Today I taste a word crafted by an ancient man sprung from a fissure that divides our time the sulfured waters split our worldly body life rises with the gravity penetrates the fresh pine carrying white blood water caked along wooden veins dripping, heavy into clay cisterns of wisdom along a floating system a sluice…

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Filed Under: GloPoWriMo2020, Poetry Tagged With: Añana, ancient, GloPoWriMo, Poem, Salt, salt pan, Spain, technology

Captured on the Grass

April 15, 2020 by Dale 6 Comments

Captured by the blue grass on the lawn we lay in the sunshine of banjo rhythms harmonica and Kentucky pain and pleasure gathers our world in the shambles of a grind guttural delivered from a foot stomping stage you can’t bury us in the memory of winter spent it is a sweet Indian summer, sticky…

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Filed Under: GloPoWriMo2020, Poetry Tagged With: Blue Grass, Folk Fest, Folk Music, GloPoWriMo, Indian Summer, Love, music, Poem

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30 Poems in 30 Days – Global Poetry Writing Month (2022)

  • A Love Song

    A Love Song
  • Chosen

    Chosen
  • Wormwood

    Wormwood
  • Bashert

    Bashert
  • Lumber Dog

    Lumber Dog
  • Aisling for the Land

    Aisling for the Land
  • Hard Boiled Boy

    Hard Boiled Boy
  • The Blasted

    The Blasted
  • Sense of Time

    Sense of Time
  • We Reflect

    We Reflect
  • A Family Grown

    A Family Grown
  • Fly — Away

    Fly — Away
  • Curtains

    Curtains
  • A Question Heard

    A Question Heard
  • The Storm

    The Storm
  • A Dis-Ode to the Mushoom

    A Dis-Ode to the Mushoom
  • Bun in the Oven

    Bun in the Oven
  • The world don’t owe you nothing

    The world don’t owe you nothing
  • the syrphid

    the syrphid
  • Osborne

    Osborne
  • Love is not a Word

    Love is not a Word
  • Meta

    Meta
  • Super-Pop

    Super-Pop
  • footprints on the sands of time

    footprints on the sands of time
  • Spring Grows

    Spring Grows
  • Neptune’s Recline

    Neptune’s Recline
  • Red Light, Green Light, Stop

    Red Light, Green Light, Stop
  • Wuthering Heights

    Wuthering Heights
  • Afterwinter

    Afterwinter
  • The Story of a Dog

    The Story of a Dog

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