& if in the confusion the evidence gets obstinate this is because not-sister & non-sister have both been other sides of peace & if it is peace we’re hoping for then we’ll have to invent new spirit
— @stevenrkarl.bsky.social
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There are seven kinds of smells but who needs species
Your body is vast and resonant with miscommunications
Your finger moves like it has its own nose
Now do you remember?
— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
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calculus of care quality
until everyday is made
of bad news a barbed
wire garden
— @reaganlouise.bsky.social
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Our homes resemble
garbage dumps.
The surrounding planet is
collapsing. Blood and tears
are flowing. The war is lost;
all wars are lost
— @bexklaver.bsky.social
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Yesterday's effort for April 17, International Hailku Day, in response to a prompt to write about Gulfstream using the following 5 words: lips, moon, tankard, sassafras, and field. #haiku #nationlpoetrymonth #napowrimo2025 #apoemaday #aprilpoems #kelleymcminnpoetry #sassafras #gulf
Smudge went the painted fog across the forest
Smudge went the fingerprint upon the tender part of your mind
Smudge went the kitten heel between platform and steel
— @stevenrkarl.bsky.social
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i don’t know how
to explain i’ve been somewhere, like once i closed my eyes and so many people were
in there the pressure changed. i’ve been thinking about the geography to direct you
— @jayjayrowan.bsky.social
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The quality of the conversation
A scattershot feeling
Rose without punctuation
What was its impact
— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
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The poem drafts continue to sprout over at the Bloof blog!
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Go catch up with them
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Northwest Ghazal You’re there and then you’re not like the April rain I came unprepared and sat alone unscreened in the rain No charger, no books as shields, a mind unmade My naked face ready to talk only about the rain Restless, awake again at 4 a.m. turning sideways Looking for signals. Get up and go listen to the rain Spring came in mean, humming like a treadmill an unsteady promise, light bending through the rain. I want to watch you blink and move your collections objects of affection and people who know how to love the rain. Forget romance, I can read. And there’s woman-wise graffiti honest as shit-smeared floors. I carried my coat in the rain. Teach me what you know, how to sway like a lottery And perch like a cat, all purr and no permission but rain. When I leave, I’ll drag my boots through the puddles outside To rinse my own feet. Home again jiggity jig in the rain.
Yesterday's effort in response to the Glo/NaPoWriMo ghazal prompt
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A Brief History of Forget-Me-Nots Scorpion grass or mouse ear, Alaska state flower. Nine years ago I woke up there, the first miscarriage under my belt. Dreaming about forget-me-nots. Remember. If your armor gets too heavy to go on loving, and you slip into the stream to go drowning, then you can toss me this something with petals to count on a promise nobody can keep.
A small poem for Sunday, April 6 in response to NaPoWriMo promt to write a brief history of something after the Dorrianne Laux poem
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If this is the last poem I ever write Let it be like the first one, A scrawl of childspeak in long line letters Crawling across the page of a small notebook Somebody’s journal with its watercolor font Outside of symmetry, unaware of space, Unafraid of clichés, or pancakes or men Nothing borrowed from a foreign mouth Let it stand in the kitchen, hands on its small hips Staring down its grownup self To say there’s gonna be some new rules. No name calling, no tickling, no not nice words We’re gonna try to keep this house as clean as we can. Let it be like a whisper before all the others, a poem about flowers, a poem about a boy, a poem about itself.
Happy National Poetry Writing Month! Today's efforts are a response to the "If this is the last poem I ever write" prompt.
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The poets are already poeming at the Bloof blog for day 1!
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