Apr. 1st, 2025
April is Poetry Month!
Apr. 1st, 2025 01:13 pmApril is National Poetry Month in the US. I am already seeing lovely poems on my feed.
The Academy of American Poets has a poem-a-day series. (https://poets.org/poem-a-day) For April, I am signed up to get the day's poem sent to my inbox or you can just check the poem-a-day page on the website. Here is today's poem and the poem which inspired it. Note: the formatting is not right here. Go to the poem on the Poets.org site to see the true formatting. https://poets.org/poem/magnitude-and-bond-0
Magnitude and Bond by Cortney Lamar Charleston
after Gwendolyn Brooks
that which is betwixt us of the lampooned lips and noses
indissoluble as blood impassioned by a serene swatch of sky—
envy of the blessing of birds and the divine shadow
cast to provide protective canvas for our bones of calcified light
the chains that wore us in the fashion of diamond-studded pendants
and the names that the ocean omitted from history with a wave
( Rest of poem + Paul Robeson by Gwendolyn Brooks )
The Academy of American Poets has a poem-a-day series. (https://poets.org/poem-a-day) For April, I am signed up to get the day's poem sent to my inbox or you can just check the poem-a-day page on the website. Here is today's poem and the poem which inspired it. Note: the formatting is not right here. Go to the poem on the Poets.org site to see the true formatting. https://poets.org/poem/magnitude-and-bond-0
Magnitude and Bond by Cortney Lamar Charleston
after Gwendolyn Brooks
that which is betwixt us of the lampooned lips and noses
indissoluble as blood impassioned by a serene swatch of sky—
envy of the blessing of birds and the divine shadow
cast to provide protective canvas for our bones of calcified light
the chains that wore us in the fashion of diamond-studded pendants
and the names that the ocean omitted from history with a wave
( Rest of poem + Paul Robeson by Gwendolyn Brooks )
My poem: Runner's That'll-Do
Apr. 1st, 2025 01:28 pmThis is prompt #7 of the 52 series by Jo Bell: sport.
Runner's That'll-Do by okapi
April morning, the familiar path bends
as geese watch and winds slap and spit and blow
pink petals in scattershot odds and ends
by plodding footfall, reluctant and slow,
as boredom sets in, tiny beeps compete
for attention with stop-motion fur-tails,
a dead fish, and worms, which jog-slogging feet
sidestep, avoiding slippery entrails
a second wind is met by plump birdsong
and ebbing of protest (now the end is near)
at last, the ache arrives, the former wrong
made right by tired feet which persevere
no high, but a certain satisfaction,
to prove, to move, inertia to action
Runner's That'll-Do by okapi
April morning, the familiar path bends
as geese watch and winds slap and spit and blow
pink petals in scattershot odds and ends
by plodding footfall, reluctant and slow,
as boredom sets in, tiny beeps compete
for attention with stop-motion fur-tails,
a dead fish, and worms, which jog-slogging feet
sidestep, avoiding slippery entrails
a second wind is met by plump birdsong
and ebbing of protest (now the end is near)
at last, the ache arrives, the former wrong
made right by tired feet which persevere
no high, but a certain satisfaction,
to prove, to move, inertia to action