Posts for June 3, 2025 (page 14)

Registration photo of Sean Corbin for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

A Blossom of Fire (or, Steal from Your Heroes and You Will Never Drown)

I cannot help but think of James Wright, sitting here in the damp of plaster and dog pheromones and dander and running washing machines and sitcoms blaring from the television upstairs, reaching back to try and touch that cave in the air behind me, its stone walls lined to sparks of jewels glazed in the earth’s cool spittle, vocal jazz reverberating out of its mouth and fireflies like slashes of neon paint alighting and fading in that precious region just out of reach, that hole in space where the heart lives, where it watches and pumps and sends messages like subtle sonic waves that hit my ears and hum, hum, hum before blooming into flame.


Registration photo of Jazzy for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Witness

I saw it

What you did
You thought it was hidden

I saw you

You thought you were in the dark
I saw you in the shadow

You didn’t see me
You were consumed by self

But I saw you 

Standing there
Smoking gun in hand

White shirt fades to red
I can’t unsee it
Lifeless body
Eyes look through me

I saw it

The soul leaving
The last fall of the chest

You rifled through pockets
You took something

I saw you

You stood up
Looked around

You didn’t see me
You ran away

But   I   Saw   You!


Category
Poem

Sheets of rain

My windshield splatters
Rain split by Sunshine peering
Through my dilated
Eyes straining is it red or green?
Made it home safely this time.

 


Registration photo of Amy Le Ann Richardson for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Happy Landings

It’s a breath I didn’t know
I was holding

escaping into dewy air,
tendrils curling out across

the morning as birds sing us
a soundtrack for this sendoff.

I’ve gone before,
left them to practice my craft,

to be in community with
other creative folks,

but this time, they’re leaving me.
Off to sleep away camp.

Off to another level of growth.
And it will always feel too soon to

send them out seeking new
adventures in this harsh world.

And they’ll come back
changed by their experiences,

even if the slightest.
And just as my same breath

can never return into me,
my children spread themselves

out into this life.


Registration photo of Quackstar for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Mercury Cazimi

After 14 years in a pretty solid relationship,
    I walked out on Jesus.
I did it because They said I had to.
Repentance requires regret
and I wasn’t sorry.

Like every other relationship I’ve attempted with a man,
I just wanted Him to love me for who I am
    – ill-fitting, noisy, impulsive bits and all –
but They said He could not.  Would not.

I think I’ve done just fine without Him all these years.
He’s crossed my mind from time to time
    – He still hangs out with some of my friends –
still I didn’t foresee Him re-entering my life
and certainly not on the lips of
    a rock and roll guitarist from New Jersey.

The nearly comic irony that a man has now tried to convince me to reconsider
this long-abandoned relationship with Jesus
is not lost on me.
He says the error in my ways was belief in the word of man
    instead of the word of God.
He says Jesus would’ve been cool with me as is, 
    if I’d given Him the chance.

Am I still reaching for redemption?
Or reaching for you?

You say don’t sweat the small stuff.
But all the big stuff is just made of small stuff, isn’t it?
At least it looks that way
    through the evening’s lavender filter:
the bits of iridescence from the street lights
your slightly sweaty hand
your hazel eyes
my left turn opposite your right
definitely not looking back.


Registration photo of Morgan Black for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Er

It surely changes a word

For I’m not sad when I waller

A hollow is geomorphologic

A holler is a home

Life blood, flowing water

 

Quiet down now feller

No need to holler

Let’s fly a June bug

Pick wormwood

Night crawler


Registration photo of Victoria Gross for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

80 HD

I got my laptop
to do a screening
for ADHD
that has been in my inbox
for weeks
so I can go over the results 
with my psychiatrist today

but

I have done
approximately
ten other things instead
because I got distracted 
and now
it has been
an hour.


Registration photo of Tabitha Dial for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Pro-tips for Poets

1
Give yourself time. Give yourself time
to create terrible poems. Give yourself
a litinay of lines. Take all the chances.

2
If it helps, replay memories.

3
Write it all down.
Write now. Write now. Write then.

4
Listen with the doors open while in.
Listen with the windows down
while out, while about.
Listen in public. Listen by day.
Listen for the night.
Listen to how you wax and want.
Listen at risk of sunburn.
Just listen.

5
Never try this one thing: to be too clever.
Know never to follow
all the advice anyone gives you.

6
Read a lot and read widely.
Know your library. Learn how clever
you have been all this time.

7
On post and paper, a poet
is one thing. At the mic and on screen,
you are another.
You don’t need to be great at both,
but know which platform suits you better.
Then rotate your crops: try the other
format again this time next year.

8
Remember good artists steal, but don’t
turn into a snake or a myna bird.
Create magic potions that restore
rather than poison.

9
Hunt all five senses and trust your sixth
— track concrete details like a bear– please
leave abstracts to hibernate awhile longer.
Love and her cubs (grief, anger, and jealousy)
aren’t migrating anywhere.

10
Note the moon. Write a hundred poems
about her, and a hundred others about
something else that holds your gravity.
Honor all you’ve written, but be ready,
stay open — only a few dozen or less
of those first couple hundred will be ones
anyone other than your dog
or your best friend will truly want to hear.

11
Get that through your system.
You will find your poet’s ear.

12
Educate yourself.
Educate yourself on flora and fauna.

13
Never assume you know it all.

14
Travel as far as anyone can take you.
Have one hobby for your passions,
one interest that others around you excel at,
and one or two past-times
you embrace as the seasons cycle.

15
Observations and language come from anywhere.
Learn to cook or make art or weave fashion.
Put it deep into your DNA.
Use that new excitement, the knowledge
and experience in your verse.

16
Break free in your writing from
the inner critic. Ride fast on the backs
of one hundred wild horses to get away.
Then take the A-train and keep moving.
If you get to a lake or an ocean
and that voice is still there, dive! Dive! Dive!

17
Every time you come up for air, write again.
It doesn’t matter how perfect it is,
how clean, how much it sounds like
the last successful piece, how much it comes
out the way you want it.
Just write it. Flow.
You can fish in it
for a fresh catch or
revise it from the remnants
after its rivers go dry.

18
Remember you will fail.
But anything worth doing
is never too easy (especially at first).


Registration photo of Greg Friedman for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

The Great Synagogue, Rome

Room of memory,
Names on each pew testify:
“Do not forget us.”


Registration photo of Scott Wilson for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Sower

I’ll plant these few
seeds on a blank
sheet

set them in rows
and hill the page
up around them

a little water
some fresh fish guts
a fence to keep out
critters

a lot of waiting,
watching it rain
from the window

early June
morning,
on hands and knees,

I’ll check young
sprouts to see
which ones

are words,
which ones
are weeds.