Category Archives: poetry

april one.

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“the exact day I became a poet was april 1, 1965,

the day I bought my first typewriter.”

-august wilson 

 

in honor of poetry month.

mine was the day I learned to hold a pencil

and found a scrap of paper to scribble on.

 

 

 

image credit: daskeyboard

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a poem begins.

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 a poem begins with a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong,

a homesickness, a lovesickness.

happy birthday, robert frost – born march 1874

 

 

image credit: maurice shapiro – woodland sketch

wintering.

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fairies wintering

“Frost grows on the window glass,

forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry.

Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition.

Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor.

In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . .

But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.” 

― vera nazarian, the perpetual calendar of inspiration