Photos for January Stones and April PAD 2012 property of M J Dills (exception 1/16)

Monday, November 11, 2013

Ekphrastic Poetry

November 11, 2013  - For today’s prompt, we’re going to write ekphrastic poetry–or poetry based off another piece of art. 

(I've been wanting to use this photo for something. I took it at my friend Cassandra's house one late afternoon in October.)

it was time that melted
while you spoke
in smoky drones;
redwine smudged your teeth
and bluesky turned to black;
i crept
like a mouse
(some might say rat)
my small ear cocked in the direction of your murmurs…
just to know
(before the candles were blown out…)
the chances, luck, the secrets of our destiny.
my shadow slid against the wall
and one of you said
“did you hear something?”
and the other said
“it’s nothing”
as if I wasn’t there…


Crescent Moon

The moon
A crescent
Rolled over on its back
You could toss your hat in the air
Land it on the chin of that moon
To say hello to me


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Today's prompt is to write a perspective poem

November 6, 2013


We fly home across the lake
And stop to rest and watch
you beneath us
On shiny roads
In your cold metal bugs that roll along with big gleaming
Lights that dangle from the
sky and flash
Red Green Yellow Red Green Yellow Red Green Yellow Red Green Yellow
We talk amongst ourselves and complain about the way you
To one another
And rushrushrushrushrush
All wanting to go the same way at once

No need for us to be in such a hurry
We preen and cackle and fight a little, too
And then
In our own smug way
We fly home across the lake

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

A concealing poem and a not-concealing poem:

November 5, 2013

I have chosen as the subjects of my poems two that are fraught with revelation and the lack thereof:

Death and Poker 

My mother died in the middle of quick.
Not sudden;
nor slow and agonizing.
She took her news and made her plans.
As day turned into another day,
she died as she lived,
crossing things off her meticulous list.
When ready, she closed her eyes
And waved goodbye.
Not a crashing, shocking end,
Or the agonizing, drawn out, emaciating finish
But in the middle of quick;
a good leaving.


I know my hand. I glance at it from time to time
and make a habit
of keeping my eyes on the
I’ve played what’s been dealt and at times
pulled to an inside
straight, against the judgment
on my shoulder.

When chips were
I’ve called a bluff and
once or twice, tapped out. It's
not in my nature
to fold
but I learned from the
when odds are against me, to not raise my

Monday, November 4, 2013

November 4, 2013 Poem a Day Challenge

Prompt: write a poem using "sheet"

Winter arrives and billows
Like a sheet covering the dead;
Time is a harbinger of the wind
Whistling tomorrow

Sunday, November 3, 2013

a “the last time I was here” poem

November 3, 2013

there was no bloodletting; only sorrow
the will to have a hollow heart …
yet all the tears that once filled an ocean
had turned to salt and stood like a pillar in the land of Lot.
we stood akimbo from one another
chins of steel
elbows piercing
one to the west, the other south.

if only I had allowed you to spend your back on mine, to feel the warmth, to nuzzle, coo and let go of a tiny giggle…

A "News of the Day" Poem

November 2, 2013

gerardo i herandez
whose name was continually mispronounced
will be honored
until sunday
with blue columns of light
(that guide tourists in and out of the city of angels)
because he died
for no reason
at all

Saturday, November 2, 2013

An Appearing Poem

November 1 ~ An Appearing Poem

the moon continues to appear
sometimes to my astonishment
and month turns into year
the moon, with her admonishment
seems to croon
don't give up too soon
we await your accomplishment