Poetry: Stick Season

Stick Season

This morning’s prompt for Verselove — In poetry, we say … — had me thinking to time I spent picking up sticks in our yard (and putting them in the pile for the fire pit).

And of course, there is this song:

Peace (in the remains of winter),
Kevin

VerseLove: Wild Dogs

Wild Dogs

The prompt at VerseLove this morning was pretty wide open, with the suggestion to use the National Geographic site (which was paywalled) and to end a poem with some alliteration. I saw a headline about how new evidence shows dogs were with humans even earlier than previously known, and I looked over at my own sleeping dog — Rayna — and took the idea from there.

Peace (and pooches),
Kevin

VerseLove: Frozen Explosion

Frozen Explosion

We were writing Ekphrasis poems for VerseLove and I still had an art exhibit at Smith College on my mind from last week. This poem is inspired by One Half Log Divided Into Chair And Scraps
by Gina Siepel, Smith College Museum of Art.

Peace (and wonder),
Kevin

Poetry: Crocus

Flower Sleeping

Here are two poems with a crocus flower as its center. One is from a morning prompt and one is a Sunday poem response to my friend, Algot. This is crocus season here in New England, the first signs of the changing season.

Crocus

Peace (and bloom),
Kevin