Tuesday, January 20, 2015


I find that writing holds a lot of similarities with walking. It can be smooth, the views stunning but it can also be hard, arid and disappointing. Where you plan to go is not necessarily where you end up. In fact, contrary to what we may assume, neither is ever as linear as we picture it to be.

This week, I’d like you to write a poem on writing.

What would you compare your writing process to?

How Poetry Comes to Me
by Gary Snyder

It comes blundering over the 
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light

Do you write it all down in a frantic frenzy or slowly take notes as ideas come to you? Is writing vital to you or is it more like a hobby?

I stop writing the poem
by Tess Gallagher

to fold the clothes. No matter who lives
or who dies, I'm still a woman.
I'll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt
together. Nothing can stop
our tenderness. I'll get back
to the poem. I'll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there's a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it's done.

Share times when writing was hard. How did you feel? How did you overcome the dryness? 

You may prefer to write about your writing tool, your favorite pen, your pencil, paper pad or device.

Notes on the Art of Poetry
by Dylan Thomas

I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books, 
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,,, 
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter, 
such and so many blinding bright lights,, ,
splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.

After writing your poem, post your link below. And in the spirit of community, visit others as well.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Shoes or Feet

This week I want you to think about, and write a new poem, about shoes or feet.  Your shoes, someone else's shoes, old shoes, new shoes, worn-out shoes, high heeled shoes, steel-toed workers' shoes, baby booties, scuffed shoes, shiny shoes, favorite shoes, hated shoes.

Feet marching in a parade or marching in protest.  Ballet shoes dancing.  Athletic shoes running a race, fielding a ball.  Baby shoes walking for the first time. Flip-flops on a sandy beach.  Tired feet after a long day's work.  Bare feet in the grass.

Do you remember a pair of shoes you yearned for at one time in your life, a pair of footwear that you just knew you HAD to have?   Did your parents ever make you wear a pair of shoes you hated? Write a poem about them!

For inspiration, here is a poem by Charles Bukowski:


when you're young
a pair of 
high-heeled shoes
just sitting
in the closet
can fire your
when you're old
it's just
a pair of shoes
in them
just as 

Work Boots:  Still Life

Next to the screen door
work boots dry in the sun.
Salt lines map the leather
and laces droop
like the arms of a new-hire
waiting to punch out.
The shoe hangs open like the sigh
of someone too tired to speak
a mouth that can almost breathe.
A tear in the leather reveals
a shiny steel toe
a glimpse of the promise of safety
the promise of steel and the years to come.

And here is a poem many know by Carl Sandburg:


The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches

and then moves on.

Link your poem below.  Say hello in the comments.  And  be sure to visit the poems of others throughout the week!

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

One Word

Happy New Year to all our poets and as is the custom at this start of a new 12 months, resolutions come out and we all start putting our best feet forward.

Personally, I gave up with resolutions a few years ago and started on a journey of considering what i wanted from the New Year and trying to live it through one word. The One Word  I chose this year is “listen”, as I want this year to listen more and connect more with life around me.

So the task for this week is a choice, you can follow me a write a poem about my word “Listen” or you can choose your own word for 2015 and write a poem about that one word. Now that word can be anything you like, some examples: Inspire, Thrive, Believe, Joy, Grace, Faith, No, Yes, Commit, Follow, Lead..... Basically what word sums up where you want to go in 2015, what word sums up your hopes and dreams?

There is a website Oneword365 where you can sign up your word and also gives a list of other words if you need inspiration

But you can join me and write about listening, as i consider and mediate on the sounds all around me. From the rustling of sweet papers in the cinema, the tapping of a computer keyboard during a lecture, the cry of a baby in a hushed restaurant each sound is either music to the soul, a dance of the spirit, a missed beat of the heart or perhaps a distraction to the mind.

Memories are full of sounds that have shaped our lives. What we have listened to can help us relive the pleasure of the past. A steam engines whistle, the song of a blackbird, the chimes of a church bell are just some sounds that make my heart remember moments of my childhood.

But more than this, listening is the joy of discovering the wonders of the creation we have been placed into. It is so much more than just hearing a sound or a word it is the art of concentrating and mediating on the communication so that it drops into your heart and changes your perspective.

So there it is this week compose a poem either about:-

  • ·         Listening
  • ·         Or choose your one word for 2015.