Posts for June 30, 2025 (page 9)

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

Internship

The backbent arch peers
at my depositions
from a 2003 murder. Given
ocean, canines, and oranges,
we made prison. The interns
love to watch trial like TV.
A shattered femur
and a video of a shattered
femur both hurt me.
I have nearly no
convictions, work-numbed.
No surprise—still, logic
sneers. It’s like no one here’s
ever heard an acoustic guitar
and laid down on the floor.
A broken necked deer
in the city, a stingray
picnic blanket. The cruelty
of weaning. Trying to end stop
this with tape. Screwing shut
my gut when I clock out.


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

Hush

Feel free to stop by my dreams tonight
You are a treasured guest in my subconscious mind
Linger as long as it pleases you
For the pleasure is really all mine

And if you would, before you depart
Bestow upon me a kiss, a brush
Of wind-chapped lips to escort me 
Through to morning


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

Rubik’s Cube

My mother behaved as if her life
were something being done to her
and a counselor told me that
very likely someone did something
awful to her when she was three
years old or so but she can’t remember
who or what so at some point
she confronts everyone in her life
with a convoluted problem
a financial crisis or a health concern
something insoluble it’s like
she takes a Rubik’s Cube and turns
it a few times but that doesn’t quite
represent how fubar she feels
so she breaks the pieces off
one by one but still she feels more
broken than that so she takes a hammer
to it and gets in my face
or my wife’s face or my sisters’ faces
or the face of some new friend
who hasn’t figured her out yet
and says you shattered my Rubik’s Cube
now put the pieces back together
matching all the pieces to other pieces
of the same color and I or my wife
or my older sister or our younger
sister or Mom’s new friend who hasn’t
figured her out yet foolishly tries
to fix what we didn’t break though
it’s clearly very broken so broken
that it can’t be fixed by anyone
and anyone who tries will soon
find themselves smashed into pieces

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

Matters

Truth be told
I am terrified of the Unknown.
Not of Death
or the hereafter,
but the days between now and then
that are foggy and ill defined.
The Great Thinkers
would say this is Existential.
My therapist would call out
my attachment style and
a need for Control.
My Faith requires me to
give my Fears to God
and lean not on my own Understanding.
But the grey areas threaten to take over my grey matter.
And it all Matters so much
That I find it difficult
To Let Go

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

Parting Fib

Thank
you.
I say 
to every
open heart who reads
these signals I send out in hope.


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

First House

                                                             —   for Kathleen

It seems an ordinary house on an ordinary street
if you do not know that behind it a creek flows,
with a bend widened by dozens of ducks 
quacking up the bank to be fed by their neighbor.  

You would not know that wrens warble by day,
that at dusk a great blue heron drops
to a branch above, her folded bulk balanced on one leg,
one thin line that by magic keeps her upright.  

Nothing would tell you of their efforts to tame
passionflower vines, to scrape layers of red paint,
of their evenings stargazing round the firepit,
work done, hot tea in hand, voices in a whisper.


Registration photo of Virginia Lee Alcott for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Ballet Slippers

Cracked black leather revealed
veins in the old ballet slippers
exposed like the veins on a leaf,
a metaphor for her life.

The slippers hung on an
old wrought iron hook
nailed to a wood beam,
forged by an equally old lover.

The dance shoes dangled close
to where she sat each morning
relishing the drizzled light 
with coffee and birds.

Black slippers within her gaze
a reminder of younger adventures
as a dancer when
her movements were loose and free.

She laughed as she remembered when
she wore them one evening dancing
out the door of a college in Worcester,
donned in a yellow felt A-line mini dress.

She twirled into the arms of a
young man, amazed at the initial
connection, he noticed she was
wrapped in the scent of jasmine.

Remember how she could glide
across the stage
much like the red-tailed hawk
glides across the southern sky.

Her legs were wings whisking
across the the rivers in her mind
as she moved her chair, feeling
connected to her winged friends.


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

last day, first half

last day, first half
fireflies now greet each evening
hot wind today ushers morning
we are in the middle, exactly
waiting what the remainder will bring
knowing full well
a chill will come
but until then
we exist, amongst brightness and blooms


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

Princess my F150

the summer sun shines on Princess
she seems to swell with pride through trips long and far
she has been the stable keeping us safe n happy with o’ the stories to tell
some are true and some just may be fable.
shine summer sun Princess reflects on them all
from the light to the sappy to the story to tell  


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

Last Words

In
a
perfect
world I would
have written a poem
every day this month and picked
more black raspberries before they shriveled; and so I
missed some sweetness, seeds in my teeth—still glad I was here
with Poet Pam and her cowboy
rolling down the tracks
sharing words
eyeing
next
June