When Poetry Comes to Town

It’s been a great week for giving and receiving poetry, as well as seeing it in its new home environment. 

Earlier this week, Alaina posted a picture of her growing art wall, of which a poem square and postcard poem are part of. 


Tuesday, Adam’s exchange poem arrived. This is the second of Adam’s poems I have. 


And yesterday, my poem arrived at Adam’s and I joked about posing a few of the Lego people with it. In true Adam style, he exceeded himself. 


“Lonely Stormtrooper and Lego Writer Man ponder the subtext of metaphors.”

The thrill of seeing my work in the wild is absolutely on par with seeing my books out there in circulation. But in a slightly different way. 

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#pinpsaturday 25.03.17


THE ZERO POINT 

You are the dancing feet 

and the soaring wings

Perpetual motion

and stillness.

You are the light 

and the dark.

The turning of the moon.

You are the firs 

and the ash.

The beginning and the end.

Turning, ever turning,

you are everything

and more

….incarnate

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #24

Being analogue is good for poeting! This is the fifth card from last week’s digital hiatus (but yes, only the fourth posting!)

Image is Georgia O’Keefe’s ‘Ram’s Head/Blue Morning Glory’. A call and response (if you have a rather broad interpretation of such) to the last card I received.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #23

A card from Nicky, arriving out of the blue, is not unheard of here. Last week it was good to be able to return the unexpected correspondence. Plus proof of existence for friends, when one drops off the radar, is possibly useful and kind. 

Postcard is by Emily Craven (@imagesforjoy)

#pinpsaturday 18.03.17

THE HARVEST 

I wove a cocoon of exile

Tensile silks of sadness

Lost in disappearing

Neptune’s daughter drowning

within herself 

Until I walked your fields

Unraveled myself in your arms

Followed your star

As you ignited my light

Neptune’s daughter now

incandescent.

This week’s prompt:The Star. Next week’s prompt: 9 of Pentacles.