Robert Lee Brewer’s poetry prompt for today is the title of my poem. Brewer wrote: “…what inspired me to create this prompt are the fantastic works of magical realists and poems like Donald Hall’s “On Reaching the Age of Two Hundred.”” Something FantasticSomething fantasticAs light —That bends and seeks yourSoul through the labyrinthOf lies you’ve…
Category: Poetry
My copyright-protected poems
Reading Day: Easter Monday’s Poem A Day
Reading DayI’ve started a lot of things.Fatigue stopped them. I forget my buzzing energy,Sixteen-seven strong,Was slain.One by iron lossTwo by volume lossThree by mystery Four by injury.#PoemADay #poem Today’s Poem A Day prompt was: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Day,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the…
Risky: Poem A Day
For today’s prompt from Robert Lee Brewer of Writer’s Digest, I immediately thought of how even today, the neurostimulation and neuromodulation treatments that heal much of my brain injury, are still considered risky, unproven. They’ve only been around 40+ years, proven for 20 to heal brain damage. But, I guess, we love to watch science…
Tense: Poem A Day
TensePast tells a storyPresent lives a storyFuture pretends a story we want to live but never will. #PoemADay #BrainInjury #PTSD #grief Tense was the prompt for today’s poem for Writer’s Digest April poetry challenge. For today’s prompt, write a tense poem. It could be past tense, present tense, and/or future tense. Or it could be…
from where I’m sitting: A Poem
For Writer’s Digest Poem A Day, day two, I wrote in Bluesky in a couple of minutes: from where I’m sittingA glassScratched and etched from useA strawMetal, bent, and stainedA drinkCold, dark, liquid fuelA brewTo wake me up and greetThe storm. #PoemADay #Poem
The Worst of Times: A Poem
Robert Lee Brewer of Writer’s Digest has run a poem a day event during the month of April. I participated in it — and posted my poems here — eons ago. One poem so captivated my Pastor, he asked Old Testament scholars to comment on the thoughts behind it. Being scholars and me being not,…
Voyage
The bald eagles Launch from the bleached Pole trees and Soar up and up over The head of the photographer below. Sixteen in all. Click, click, click She captures them oblivious And smiles to see them free and together Before turning away for the long trek home oblivious To their sharp eyes on her watching…
Happy Canada Day!
Mirages
Life. Hills of disappointment. Mirages of fusion happiness good news.