Posts for June 14, 2025 (page 12)

Registration photo of Linda Bryant for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Trekking Big Mountain

 
Size of a small garage
a patch of Wild Bergamot
blooms every spring
on the path to the rockface
surrounding Big Mountain.
It’s like taking a bath
in peppermint tea. Rare
bees buzz here – Lemon Cuckoo
Bumble Bee, Parallel-Strip
Sweat Bee, Rusty Patched 
Bumble Bee but don’t the forget
moths, skippers & flies.
 
Out of a sturdy metal pipe
a natural spring trickles
next to the bulldozed
path cut during a wildfire.
A cairn of stacked rocks sits.
This is a place to pray.
I look back at the trail.
My husband spent the first 
three months on the new property
carving a natural stairway
into the side of the hill. 
 
He cut logs of charred deadfall
to construct risers, step by step.
Everything changes when
I walk up the stairs – light,
temperature, air, sounds,
sense of time. I start to think
in terms of centuries & millennia
like star clusters,
ancient mountains
& old growth trees.


Registration photo of Hunter Nelson for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Multi-Million Military Masquerade

Today we adorn costumes and assume characters
nationwide. Urbanites, suburbanites, good ol’ boys gathered
in gaggles and guilds where Goodness is relative, obscure,
the resolution of podcast policy partially impertinent
and totally irreverent. Witness leaf blowers fight less-than-lethal
ammunition and fill roads with fresh asphalt after artillery 
cracks by. March. March. March. March. June. June. June.
Discomfort always brews too soon, contorts whistles from runes,
holding leashes with their pinkies and blames violence on you.
What’s going to happen in twelve hours? It’s hard to fall asleep.


Registration photo of Lee Chottiner for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

My Cousin’s Beating

He’d talk to me of roots.

It was only the roots
whenever he called,
the kind once sunk
in blood-soaked earth
somewhere between
Khotyn and Lviv.

I met him just once.

He looked cold,
his coat long and lean
like a Leningrad winter,
his beard a wide wheat
field his father could see
from his orphanage window.

We met at a market.

I don’t know how
he knew me, but there
he stood, shopping bag
in hand, rambling on
of cousins, aunts and fathers
– ruins in a lost river.

The Facebook posts came later.

News of the “beat down”
by “young cowards.”
One woman just couldn’t
grasp the gratuity: “He goes
to the library every day,
doesn’t mess with anybody.”       


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

coming home from the club

ripping off my clothes,
flopping straight onto my bed, 
sweaty and content. 


Registration photo of Pam Campbell for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

American Sentence LXVII

Two graying grannies, teeth stained from old prayers, plot to settle a score.


Registration photo of Coleman Davis for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Aphasia Update: Precarious Equilibrium

 
 
Stroke: Damage to the brain from interruption of its blood supply.
Aphasia: A language disorder that affects a person’s ability to communicate
Cancer: A disease 
caused by an uncontrolled division of abnormal cells in a part of the body.
Oopharctomy: Surgical removal of one or both ovaries.
Therapy: Treatment intended to relieve or heal a disorder.
 
Linda is that woman
                     in the middle
                     of every thing.
She almost believes not sure
if success is even a could 
or any more significant 
than progress. She
                    is moving, swinging 
                   over to a new confidence.
A brilliance, a quiet eloquence of thought.
No, when the words disintegrate she shifts
from a woman attending the world
to a gleaming show of force, a poet.
Linda is a woman conveying true intellect.
glad of…hard-won, admittedly modest momentum.”
Linda is careful with language
promising no future 
too wonderful or lamenting the past.
She speaks with authority 
still writing with her strong voice.
She decorates page-scapes, her body 
and mind completely engaged.

    

    
 

 *   after Equilibrium Update by J. Allyn Rosser

 

Registration photo of inge for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

to Gravity:

Get bent.

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Poem

bone ache

have you ever loved someone so hard 
that your bones ache
this love is a 
tangible thing
it’s a piece 
that i have dug out 
from my breastbone
marrow that once nourished 
my body now
belongs to you
i ache in your absence
but i ache in your presence 
i have given 
everything there is to 
give;
i ask for nothing 
in return 
except 
don’t leave me