In Robert Bly’s Hometown

remember the sound of your voice

reading my poem to the class

here something happens

poetry is making something happen

don’t be content with just words

make them leap off the page

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dVerse prompt to write about or to a favorite poet. I visited Madison, Minnesota a few weeks ago and went to the little house where Robert Bly wrote and it contains much of his library.

In Robert Bly’s Hometown

Coming In

My daughter loved the book of poetry Where the Sidewalk Ends. She took it to bed. Nestled in those pages was the line “If you are a dreamer, come in.” by Shel Silverstein.

I remember the dreams I had for me and I remember the dreams I had for you. Not just ordinary ones like getting a good grade in school or going to a fine university, living in a two story house or taking a trip to Greenland. Not the dream to be a poet or magician or architect. My dreams concerned paradigms, broader in scope than world peacekeeping or disarmament. I dreamt contentment for us all, lack of greed and pride, love of the human race, coming in together.

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dVerse prosey prompt on Shel Silverstein quote from his poem Invitation.

Coming In

On Carmel Point

To My Dear Robinson Jeffers,

When the fog rolls and the horn sounds

I will think of the stones you carried

up the hill on Carmel Point

to set a foundation for Tor House

You kept going higher and higher

until you met the hawk

the world expanding around you

your small window with a view of the Pacific

I want life and death to come as naturally

I want to thank you for placing stone

upon stone in such a way it formed

narrow pathway to the highest point

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Yes, my dear,

“Against the outcrop boulders of a

raised beach

We built our house when I and my

love were young.

Here long ago . . .

. . . all that we saw or heard

was beautiful.” Robinson Jeffers

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NaPoWriMo prompt on letter to a favorite historical figure and response by that person. One of my favorite poets. I visited his house and Tor House in Carmel one day while road tripping. Original take on this experience written in 2016.

On Carmel Point

Subquishable

In their dreams 

they sleep with the moon

          by Mary Oliver from Death at Wind River

Subquishable wants to know where did you go; your background and foreground; lay of the line. Keep it personal, submittable, short and divine, but the words aren’t right because some have already been taken, so touché to cliche! Use them anyway. If structure is not your master, remember Cummings put a letter anywhere. When punctuation creeps into the fray, there is no rule that wants to stay. Hang those commas in the air; see them everywhere. Use the Dickinson dash without remorse. Watch out for song and rhyme because it just might make a poem subquishable.

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dVerse prompt on prosery combined with a line from Mary Oliver.  This prose poem is definitely subquishable.

Subquishable

Mother of Horses

Oh my mother

mother of permanence

mother of mothers

mine is equestrial

run out there & today gentle

mother ///// mother

you are not the mother negated

ride ///// prance ///// divine

content & discontent

with me ///// with Him

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NaPoWriMo prompt to use a poem from a different language and write a poem based on its sound and rhythm (not a translation). I used a poem from the Portuguese poet Florbela Espanca.

Mother of Horses

My Red Wheelbarrow

I wheeled my red wheelbarrow

filled with poppy and lupine

past three horses pasturing

past the wind-warped madronas

past the heron and the wren

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NaPoWriMo prompt on the poets who have had an impact on our poetry writing. These are images from three of my favorite poets—

Line 1. William Carlos Williams

Line 2-3. Robinson Jeffers

Line 4-5. Theodore Roethke

My Red Wheelbarrow