Posts for 2025 (page 3)

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

Getting buzzed

alarm blares
bleary-eyed, up and at ’em
Saturday be damned
I’ll feed and walk the dog
while you sleep off last night’s whiskey
so that you can enjoy your day off 
and I can go to work
yet again

it wears on me
like fingernails on a chalkboard
like the droning of nature’s car alarm
you know, the one that only goes off every 17 years
but apparently lasts for 6 weeks without end
and the only buzz I have this morning 
is from the dying flying red-eyed tree-rats


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

Swell

Behind your eyes I see a storm brewing

Turning dark with need, an endless ocean swelling with thunderous waves

Threatening to pull me under

 

And when the mercury ultimately plummets

I brace for the impact

of your body,

crashing into mine


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

Our Age

Walking, holding hands,
on the shore of dementia.
Not there yet, but we’ve
started releasing balloons.   

People think letting go
of the world is tragedy
but the sweeter rose blooms
as the sun goes down  


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

Neighborhood Walk

I know where the full moon drops,
where swallows chirp in the brush,
in whose yard the first snowdrops grow,
on which roof robins warm their toes,
where they bathe in spring,
where crows bury their scraps.


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

Lofoten

My heartbeat slows down, when I smell the ocean surrounding my home island. 
I adore the view of the beach, and the mountains framing my old house. 
The newly built orange house I left behind when I moved to the city, against my will. 
I smile when I notice the little cracks, in the roads we drive our cars on. 
At least on the few roads that aren’t made out of gravel.  

I cannot go home. 
Our guests dig holes in our lawns, and shits in them.  

I fucking hate tourists. 


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

Fruit of the Tree

 
Coleman hauls industrial-sized buckets
full of acorns from towering white oaks
that bestew the woodland acreage
that sprawls up our small mountain home.
Smooth & dull yellow, their elliptical caps
rattle as he clutches the wire handles.
 
We are on the late-side of the pandemic,
thank goodness, but our neighbor John
died quarantined & Joe, our good friend,
was one coughing fit away from the grave. 
Recalling Coleman’s diligence, I want to recite 
his name along with others, surviving & dead.
 
He leaches the acorns, changes the murky
water five times a day. At first it is like dark wine
then it starts to resemble weak tea & after four days
it as clear as moonshine. Using a push-down 
grinder he mills the nutmeat into a coarse flour
& spoons the pancake batter on a sizzling griddle. 
 
 


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

I barely have time for myself

my poetry;
cleaning tidying organizing streamlining decorating fluffing and comforting my den, my castle, my haven;
sleep;
rest (while awake);
my to do list is a
a jumble of rice
falling off a plate
trembling atop a rolling ball.

instead of asking others “please don’t ask any more from me,”
I will ask my mouth to protect my time.
(Ready?)
“I can’t right now, sorry.”


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

Teach Others and Encourage Them

 
 “You may never have to experience mega hard times 

 yourself…teach others and encourage them…someone somewhere
 over the next thousand years, that knowledge will matter.”
                                                                                                 Carol Deppe
 
 
 

Peruse the old books 
like your life depends on it
and it surely does.
Not necessarily for
taking out and applying
 
to your everyday
research or your own garden.
Each thing you can learn
each day matters to someone.
Share it, it will someday bloom.
 

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

Dew Drops

dew drops

glisten and glow
engorged earth suspires;
quenched thirst quiets desire’s growl
…for now

Category
Poem

Similes

You are to me like what tears are to my eyes

Like heat is to my neck

Like sweat to my brow

Like weakness to my knees

You just can’t leave me the fuck alone

Why can’t you leave me alone?

What the fuck is so hard about that?

You are to me like weight is to my chest

Like teeth are to my nails

Like swirling is to my consciousness

Like silence is to my lips

Floating above myself and also grounding me to earth

Like ringing in my ears

Like pain in my hips

Like screams trapped in my lungs

Like bile gathered in my mouth

Isn’t that what a mother is supposed to be?