Free Verse
Phantom Center
There is glass at the new place, convex floor to ceiling sweet spots among us, focal points the principal points, nodal points. Hold the note upside down as long as you can, fermata in relation to the whole. I dropped one mistakenly in relation to the hole silhouette, a reversal (hear me) s s s e e e e e e m m m e e e ! in a sweet spot, a cardinal point, a scale in relation, she said, to the whole note, mistakenly I dropped one in a cardinal point, a scale again from the top, she said.
By Gerry Thibeault2 months ago in Poets
October Is Out of the Way
October challenge: Prompt - Write a poem that makes October feel like a place you can enter. Imagine October isn't a month. It's somewhere you can go. What does it look like when you get there? Maybe the streets are covered in wet leaves and porch lights glow before dinner. Maybe there's a bonfire somewhere in the distance, a house you shouldn't knock on, or a path through the woods that wasn't there in September. Your October might be cozy, eerie, nostalgic, lonely, strange, or something else entirely. Write a poem that turns October into a place and invites the reader inside. Give it weather. Give it sounds. Give it somewhere to wander. Then see where October takes you.
By Denise E Lindquist2 months ago in Poets
