Posts for 2025 (page 3)

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

Good Will

Let me make my own choices, he says
Let me die as if I’m still man
Give me an ounce of dignity, as if I still can
And if my time has spoken, and I’m nearing the end
Allow God to resurrect me, ‘cause I’m no longer man.


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

I Am Learning

I am learning about my past 
through questions from my 
great aunt to my father. 
She is 88 and he is nearly 94.

When did you know you were
color blind? she asks in a letter. 
I ask him as we write a letter 
in return.  Thoughtfully, in a
measured response, he says.
my dad was the one who knew. 
It was before I started school. 

I never knew this about the man 
who raised me, until today.
Another precious moment he
remembers…

6/28/25
KW


Category
Poem

The Boy Who Couldn’t Get Down

(Brooklyn 1948)

My father was a tough guy
devolved from Dutch bureaucrats
a generation too late for money,
in debt to my rabbi grandfather
he had no control of his own family

Half of me is gay.
When i was a kid I didn’t know
what I was,
i was never a sissy
and never a bully.
My father tried to sniff me out,
it puzzled him 
that i was something in between

When I was ten
boys from the Jewish school
played in a park on Greenpoint Avenue
that had a huge tree,
it didn’t bother me climbing 
up to the top branch
to show off to the other boys

That’s when I learned
about the fear of heights
I was frozen
going down impossible,
the boys jeered at me,
after a couple of hours
one ran to my house 

When my father came,
he stood beneath looking up,
laughing so hard
he had to hold his sides.
He shouted 
I finally know who you are
you’re the boy who coldn’t get down


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

Last night at the Braves’ game

Last night at the Braves’ game

        Rain started at game time.
        A large, silver tarp, covered
        the in-field.

        It stormed, with no rhyme
        or reason. It was uncovered 
        around 10:00. On a sloppy field

        the Phillies scored first,
        scored 2 in the second,    
        third inning the score

        was 11 to 0. First
        was to be first, second,
        third and more rain

        wet us,
        let 
        the final score

        after midnight:
        be 13 to 0.

        we spent a few hours
        in a motel in Canton,
        and then drove home

        in showers.

        
    


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

Imposter

no matter how many 
good words are delivered 
or grateful thanks 
I received 

a single moment 
of doubt 
cuts me at the knees
sends shockwaves 
across the skin and sours
the definition of who 
I thought I was 

it’ll take weeks 
to recover 
from thinking 
I don’t deserve 
what I have 


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

With Clasped Hands

Look at the underbelly of living things. 
    Notice how the belly bag hangs

    in spring, the fur may be matted with damp, winter leaves
    during autumn, the skin may be chafed from ice or wind
    around summer, the whole thing may be crusted and overly dry
    still, the animal will wander unconcerned, braving tall grass,
    looking for small tastes of nothing, really 

My thoughts rest on the underbelly of living things
    when I am walking…
    when I am walking toward uncertainty or renewal
    when I am walking toward opportunity or discard
    when I am walking toward a planting or harvest

I am thankful that I do not crawl
or live in a space close to the ground.
How marvelous it is to brush these fingers across my underbelly
when the walk has left me dirty. 

    


Category
Poem

Sounds of Rain

The rain came hard
Pounded the metal roof
Like a drum
Relentless
The roar
Of the rising creek
Drowns out
The racing fears
The trees
Pop and crackle
As they are swept away
The scream 
Of a fearful cow
As it struggles 
To hold its head 
Above raging waters


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

tri

greenish lamp shazam 

oligarchs hydratic b
venom intravene sonder
 
brazen leyline pretender 
culprits born viridian 
fair weekend on Luandan plains
 
no wake jackknife
radio runs out of 
saffron stitched sandalwood 
 
my KGB gait
leaves my forearm fatigued 
awaiting the need to fire arm

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

Sometimes (Beside Her)

I slide back
the shower curtain
with the intention 
of becoming 
more cleanly

but in the tub
discover
an eight-legged
entity 

of varying size

and realize
the entire ordeal
would prove
too exhausting 
anyway

so I set in
a thin
cardboard
bridge
from floor
to topside

a spider off-ramp

and check back
later
to see if
they caught
their exit


Registration photo of S.L.Bradley for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

A different light

I close my eyes and am transported to the past
 
I see her now in a different light
she sits alone on the stairs
scared and afraid
not a peep is made
not wanting to be heard
but wanting to be seen
why doesn’t anyone care 
what makes her unloveable 
she longs to be comforted 
thinking she should be asleep
she hears her mother  say 
“child is that you ? “
best be on your way 
time you should be in bed 
she sits frozen and doesn’t move
 
I see her now in a different light
sitting next to her on the stairs
I whisper I am here now
it’s okay , you do not need to be afraid
please don’t be scared
your mother loved you and she cared
You understand now 
 took all her energy to just stay a float
she tried to protect 
she did her best 
through the years her love for you prevailed
 
I see her now in a different light
the inner child still waiting
still wondering
what made her unlovable
this time I reach out my hand
take it sweetheart 
I am here
she is scared and afraid
what will happen if she let’s go
 
I see her now in a different light
she is tired and once again she is alone
but this time I am her and she is me
she’s holding on for dear life
she is determined to win this fight
 
I see her now in a different light 
she is above in the sky 
looking down on us
the inner child and me
she sends signs only they know
in the clouds and the stars
a shiny dime a chirping bird
sending messages
my sweet child
my beautiful girl
you are heard
please don’t be afraid
 you are a kind and gentle soul
you got her now
time to let the sorrow go.
 
I see her now she is the light
making a difference  and taking a stand 
she is me and I am her 
together hand in hand