Poetry: Poems For The Family

She’s parsing pieces
of old magazine pages
into odd collage
(for my wife)

An eye for detail,
and cinematic focus;
he threads each story
(for my eldest son)

Switching to vinyl,
the Brooklyn club DJ spins
his grandfather’s jazz
(for my middle son)

Beats and loops and rhymes –
broken signatures of time –
he builds songs, slowly
(for my youngest son)

These poems were inspired by a prompt at Open Write this morning, using haiku.

Peace (and verse),
Kevin

Poetry: Ink Spots

Ink Spots

I am not sure how it happened but I skipped over a few days yesterday on the Advent of Joy calendar so now I am trying to get myself back on track. This poem was inspired by a poem about Bob Ross. I thought more about ink than paint for mine.

Peace (and ink),
Kevin