Posts for June 5, 2025 (page 2)

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

at play with the moon

                                                                                                    night sky
                                                                                                            waxing
                                                                                                                crescent
                                                                                                                    moon
                                                                                                                      perhaps
                                                                                                                    i will
                                                                                                                  really
                                                                                                               begin
                                                                                                           this 
                                                                                                    time


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

Field Notes on a Journey into Suburban Woods to Retrieve a Lost Basketball

Honeysuckle blooms and wild white daisies.
Benign, but greedy, vines.
Remind me, what does poison ivy look like?
A soiled plastic bottle
in the middle of a glen.
I could see myself lying on the ground here,
finding the sky between the leaves
and wondering at the meaning of life.
Remember, the answer is always C. 

I’d like to climb the tree over yonder.
I’ll settle for a free throw in the net.
Dodge the trio of jagged green,
Shaq-branded ball in hand.
We are out of the woods.


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

They’re Not Dead, They’re Just Working

I’m aware of that.
But it doesn’t feel right without them.
Those two familiar voices will not be calling my name tonight
There will be no fries stolen,
no quips I’ve invented
exchanged through small business booths

I’m aware,
yet something is starting to die.
Last week we left high school, finally free.
But there are only two Teen Howls left,
before I will be four hours away from
our monthly tradition of poetry and Tolly Ho grilled cheese.
8  hours for Ryan,
for Eva, 3.


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

Labels

I am daughter, sister, cousin
                       niece, aunt
I have long been mother, teacher,
                       caregiver, friend 
I was wife life times ago

Always I will be mother. 

6/5/25
KW


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

This Morning

                   This morning

        I will write a poem–    
        not about the challenges
        of my house–my daily toils.

        There is one thistle poem
        I need to write about, challenges
        for future fescue hay rolls.
——–
        It has one bloom, magnificant,
        but I will destroy it today
        before its seeds, white fluff,
——–
        mature, wind blown, indignant
        to the poem’s protest, as is its way,
        better suited for Mikinos’ tough

        burros’ mouths than angus cattle. 

        
        

        


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

Bleed Blue

I Bleed Blue.
Kentucky girl, 
through n through.
a southern hint
when I’m pissed.
I like basketball
and barbecue.
pour sugar in tea
until Jesus tells me.
I Bleed Blue.
curse traffic daily on
gosh dang new circle.
my love for quilting
is practically genetic.
bake pies till midnight
with butter for days.
seems I’m homesick
just crossing to Cincy.
Cause I Bleed Blue.


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

The Moss Remembers

Let moss whisper

a flood of stories

long forgotten—

murmured not in words

but in velvet hush

on the surface of stone.

 

She speaks slow,

syllables green and damp.

She has no teeth

but grips

what we drop—

names, bones,

the seeds of prayers

never spoken aloud.

 

She covered the boots

of a man lost in thought.

She kissed the back step

of a house swallowed whole.

She grows on old pews

in chapels the vines

gave last rites.

 

She remembers

what we meant

when we first sang.

She holds lullabies

no mother recalls.

 

If you kneel close—

closer—

she will tell you

how the mountain learned silence,

how deadwood still dreams

of leaf.

 

She is the psalm

before paper,

the balm

before wound.

 

Let moss have

the last word.

 

She will not shout.

She will not forget.


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

Generational trauma

Aimless conversations leave us
Strangers to ourselves
I am older than your greatest wish
Bundled up in candle silks
Covered in clean snow
Younger than the scent of pine
Fear longer than death

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

Reach

Skin damp from sleeping
3am I roll over
Reaching for your heart