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6 Feet Distance
This is a found “poem” from this article by Helen Ouyang. (Please read.)
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Shelter in Place Day 16
unfinished Easter sonnet the poultry processing plant worker dead every morning more green buds the folk singer dead snow melting the trail to mud the neighbor’s mother’s mother dead the toilet paper factory worker has a fever the dental hygienist dead the city council closed down the river…
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Shelter in Place Poem, Days 14 & 15
Note: this poem is my attempt at a ghazal, a poem that uses a repeating end word and includes the author’s name in the last stanza. Read much more about the form here. What comes to me is silence so I stare at clouds. The air is filled with birdsong…
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Shelter in Place Poem, Day 13
The sun was setting and the moon was rising, the moon was almost full and shone large over the mesa, the sunset lengthened our shadows as we walked our regular route talking and laughing in the warm, barely-spring air, the dog was lunging at so many rabbits we decided to…
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Shelter in Place Poem, Day 12
The animals visit my dreams. The rabbit says if I freeze in fear, my fear will find me. The hawk caws take the long view. The horse lies down on my body. Okay, I say. I get it. Horse. The spider says, weave. The turtle says, slow. The mouse says…
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Shelter in Place Poem, Days 10 & 11
Not knowing what to say I look for lines to steal: late coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. If April is the cruelest month then…. But logic has no place here. The sun was warm but the wind was chill. Somewhere someone was sewing a mask. A rough beast…
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Poetry Reading!
Hi all, I’m taking a break from my shelter in place poem on Saturdays, but if you are in the mood for some wonderful poetry today, check out John Brehm‘s reading. He is one of my favorite poets ever as well as a friend of mine. His reading is today,…
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Shelter in Place Poem Day 9
I am thinking about Tupperware. I am thinking about fire and air, earth and water. * Dear fire, when you take everything, do you take everything? The black field of your wake is dotted with seeds we can’t see. Right? * It was so windy metal chairs scooted across the…
Kimberly O'Connor 