Posts for June 10, 2026 (page 8)

Registration photo of Logan F. for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Palimpsest

There is no portent of illness.

                                      the Almsgivers earmarked the palimpsest.
      Raw limestone.

                       a canon of sour notes.
with deep           grooves and                   bowing groves and     hollows,
                                             Without force.
ink runs down
       the shapes of Aleph, Lamed, Teth
                                barreling towards misery.


Category
Poem

Water is constant; that means it can’t abandon me.

There’s a lot to come to terms with,
a lot I tried to drown.
They linger like a myth
whispered, never penned down.

The floods have come,
waters have risen.
The river I emerge from
returns the ghosts I had hidden.

They follow in my shadow,
haunt my every dream,
and crowd to bestow
memories thought lost downstream.

With remembering comes pain:
all-consuming ache
that’ll wash away with rain;
water will never let me break.


Registration photo of LH Martin for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

SUMMER CINQUAIN

summer
in the desert
searing sun, thirsty plans
water, sweat, shade cloth, plant pep talks
sizzle


Registration photo of Mary Potts for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Lost Spark

Glowing, even in darkness,
Internally infinite,
So, conceivable logic
Declares it cannot be gone…
                                 Right?

But, tell me, can it be lost?
Or was it simply borrowed?
Adapting to the habits;
Incessant dispense of self….

Or is the shadow too big,
Despite trying to be small?
Or from the suffocation 
That comes with Deprecation…
                               

****** COMPLETELY UNFINISHED*****


Registration photo of David Madill for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

haiku 6

yellowed ring of grass
flattened and wet from drainage
toddler’s crop circle


Registration photo of Christina McCleanhan for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

A Reckoning with Fatigue

Cotton lands sticky against my neck
Notice the muted powder-puff chaos? What is
the worth of blurred perfection? 
If I were no bigger than a toothpick,
I would sink my fingers into the tender marrow
of the sunflower stem, push my face against
its petaled sterility without fear, and watch
the seeds mature…
what picnic blanket, cross-legged, socked foot ease
might settle into
the grain of my existence if
watching the sway of dancing flowers
was my only chore…my own blush may wilt in
the humidity of this
midday. 

-in response to Sunflowers, a painting by Vincent Van Gogh


Category
Poem

Figs

I fear aging not because I could
take it or leave it on these neck wrinkles
but because
Once a boy named Parker told me
that I would never be happy with what I have.
That I would always want more.

He was right, not about the woman, she is
calm and soft and I still want her but
I am always grasping for another fig branch to stuff under my arm
running like hell till I can get a breath and
stretch myself into tree pose reaching every fruit, write,
drunk on the fermentation and into the night.
All the while keeping the house vacuumed and
having as much sex as you’re supposed to for the
amount of days we’ve been together and our
relative ages.
My figs are alive, but I am tired.

My mother had me at this age and I wonder on
what I would have to impart.
Don’t marry your muse.
There are too many divorce albums by
husbands whose wives I fell in love with and
leaving mine was a great call.
Don’t smoke cigarettes.
You’ll never ever quit because
everyone in this family is constantly twisting their hair
like they need one, even the ones who never.
and don’t
throw things at people,
it is impossible to come out in the right after you’ve thrown something.
Do not adopt large dogs in your early twenties and
try not to go to law school if you can possibly help it.
Don’t worry about the sex thing too much.
Try to eat all your figs.


Registration photo of Spitfire for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Quantum Manifestation

My thoughts of you were an electrical spark of desire 
My emotion was the magnetic that pulled you in
The two combined creating an electrical magnetic field
Together they radiated from my body 
My heart aligned its frequency to your same vibration


Registration photo of Abigail Kesten for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

JAYNE MANSFIELD DEFENSE LEAGUE

I invited you to join the Jayne Mansfield Defense League 
First meeting downtown, a cafe 
Saturday at 8 PM sharp 
You admit you don’t know who she is I explain
Blonde bombshell and genius, but she crashed out way too soon 
 
You say you like the way I talk 
Go and on about things I know things about
And how the ones I love are always on my mind 
You say that if I want, we can go back to your place and just hangout 
Dunno why I trusted that would pan out 

Registration photo of Sylvia Ahrens for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Dear White Space

                                                                                     For Lisa    

You’re not just some                    Grand Canyon                         between words    

You’re an       o p e n       window when lilacs are blooming    

The pause          before lighting a cigarette        in a dark alley    

You’re the smell of dough        r   i   s   i   n   g      

The     inhale     at the top before the roller coaster                                      

                                                                                                                         plummets    

You’re the fat comma
        The snoozy cat stretching in the afternoon sun            
                 Jason Momoa on the eyes
                        A poet’s broody bauble
                                    The rainbow’s secret self