This month, our challenge was to talk back to a poem, specifically the poem "Talk to Me Poem, I Think I Got the Blues" by Nikki Giovanni. ...| missrumphiuseffect.blogspot.com
It's been a long time since I've written a poem for David Harrison's Word of the Month Poetry Challenge . The word for August is box . I'm q...| missrumphiuseffect.blogspot.com
The challenge this month was to write sedoka. The sedoka is a Japanese poetic form that is an unrhymed poem made from a pair of katuata. A katuata is a three-line poem with the syllable count of 5 / 7 / 7. Generally, a sedoka addresses the same subject from different perspectives. Sometimes the first stanza asks a question, and the second stanza answers it. Given our theme of "in conversation," this form was a good choice for this year. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
This week, the Inklings are writing poems of protest for our nation’s birthday. The challenge was to"write in praise of democracy and patriotism if you’re so moved, or write in frustration and befuddlement over the “leadership” in the White House and/or Congress and/or the courts and/or and/or and/or." | The Miss Rumphius Effect
This month the challenge was to write a raccontino. The first time I saw this form was in the Helen Frost verse novel Spinning Through the Universe: A Novel in Poems from Room 214 (2004). This was released in an updated form in 2016 as Room 214: A Year in Poems.| The Miss Rumphius Effect
Hello Poetry Friday friends! I took the month of May off (mostly) after posting daily for National Poetry Month. If you didn't see my poems, I spent April writing poems in "different" or uncommon poetic forms on a variety of topics.. You can find all the poems written this month on the page NPM 2025 - Uncommon and Unusual Forms. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. I'm deviating a bit from that today as I join my poetry sisters in writing a poem to a vintage photograph. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. The only rule I have set for myself is that I choose forms I am unfamiliar with. Here are some of the resources I am referencing. | The Miss Rumphius Effect
I’m not the man I was when first we met Nor you, when first emerging from the dark I’m stronger now, perhaps not wiser yet I wear a dozen years’ unfaded mark The arrow’s wound as raw as ere it was Infatuation mellowed over time And limerence let my heart fall from her jaws So […]| Infactorium
Another year, my love, has come and gone A spiral etched across celestial seas. A decade now, not past, but lived along A thirty billion mile arc that we’ve Traced out like dancers perched upon a wire Strung across a darkened, starlit stage. The grace and wit of steps I so admire, You pirouette through […]| Infactorium
I don’t know when my story changed or how. No clear-skied thunderclap awoke my nerves. No fearsome angel’s wail or battle howl Bade summon up some courage in reserve. I only know beside you I am brave. I only know my stomach doesn’t quail. I know my heart rides wine-dark swelling waves where fearless souls […]| Infactorium
Author’s Note: The following poems are from a one-year-long project called POND — The poems are acrostics. Everyday, at different times during the day, I visit our pond with notebook and camera in hand. I jot down some notes, take a picture or two, if a good photo op. presents itself. Then I head home […]| Fourth and Sycamore
You Smile Out You smile out, rain gear, motorcycles, full pack. Blue Ridge Mountains, shades mostly gray, and some black. Left Asheville with storms around, neatly aligned. Highway east. Mean skies ahead, meaner behind. Your dressing for weather, became a good bet. My simpler plan had been, long ride, leather wet. Turned north, to follow […]| Fourth and Sycamore
Late-night Greyhound Come, you travelers of this land, you hemmed in or put-upon parsers of the pocketbook bent on grandma’s heaping plates or the Golden Gate. Bring your paperbacks and iPhones, your bags stuffed with Cheetos, Snickers and pure spring waters— worry not, there’ll be a pit stop at Hardee’s or McDonald’s. Put your cares […]| Fourth and Sycamore
American Crayons Crumbling black brick with white lettering index finger smokestack dismantled machines lost workers Instruments of color creation kindergarten perceptions of broccoli stalk trees and beaming suns an artist’s rendering gauzy scenes of a Bordeaux countryside cylinders of orange, mauve and maroon poured, molded, dried cut, packaged shipped opened in rooms of A, B, […]| Fourth and Sycamore
A Hypnotic Moment It was there, I had it inside my gums. And then it vanished. Like everything external, you can’t hold it beneath your eyelids. You just watch from afar and wonder what it would be like to tremble from the touch by a finger from his heart, seeping through his words. The only […]| Fourth and Sycamore
It is all after the age of bandbox It was a year of nights, not wholly crushed on the earthen sheet. Planets from the unknown trees weren’t typically flattened by the roller of creamiest blissfulness. And the night’s elbows and ankles still were firmly open, protruding themselves like our lonely visionary child It was a […]| Fourth and Sycamore
Postcard with Photograph I walked the Great Wall today, and went deep in the dark of a tomb. —Gary Snyder On the postcard he sends along with my thumb drives and journals left for the dumpster, the Great Wall trails off into the chalkboard smear of a blizzard, blazing scrubland slopes, its parapets […]| Fourth and Sycamore
Dance of Tears, Chief Nobody (V5) I’m old Indian chief story plastered on white scattered sheets, Caucasian paper blowing in yesterday’s winds. I feel white man’s presence in my blindness- cross ov…| Fourth and Sycamore