Again, for today’s Ragtag Community Prompt, I turn to another poet who has spent time thinking about hewn and how the hewing examines precious. This poem by Maya Angelou is less about man’s action in hewing, than it is about the universal hewing that takes all life. In it we hear what we lose when … Continue reading “When Great Trees Fall” By Maya Angelou
Ike Dollings sat in the folding chair, his hat balanced on his knee, his face, a worked over canvas, sun washed and crevassed by sixty-five years under sun and weather, a face that showed among its cracks and weathering, evidence of wrong broncs mounted and other accidents any working rancher might find on almost any … Continue reading Brick’s and Lou’s Wedding
Again, today, I turn to Theodore Roethke to help me with the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt, "reckoning". Here is his Poem The Reckoning. I find particularly interesting the grammarage of the word "keep" in the last verse. It makes its subject plural--and so suggests that "lack" is a collective noun, that what we lack in our … Continue reading “The Reckoning” by Theodore Roethke
My contribution for the Ragtag Community prompt of the day, sleep, is not my own. It is a poem by one of my favorite poets of the mid twentieth century, Theodore Roethke. I share this villanelle from the Poetry Foundation (poetryfoundation.org). The Waking, by Theodore Roethke
It was a challenge for DeeDee And for Jim, her current squeeze, to get down to the birds and bees because when it came to please both insisted on Me Me.
DeeDee of the golden hair just wasn’t there and she was well matched to Jim who’s head, well thatched, also held what wasn’t there. Posted in response to the Ragtag Community Daily prompt: vacant. Apologies to the many "of golden hair" and "well thatched" heads who seek and who manage to fill the glory of … Continue reading All that Hair and Nothin’
What Winter said was so flagrant in its wrongness that Willow leaned away and gave a polite but windy cough. Clover crumpled up her bright face and green hands and turned rusty brown. Grass, like Willow, leaned away. Sheep huddled against the awful wind, turned their fleecy bums and ducked their heads and scurried off … Continue reading Fable of the Eternal Round
“So,” the old grandfather said, and the children bent near him. Even that word begins a fable. In response to the Word of the Day Challenge fabulous.
Wide sky, sunfull, brisking air! from thicket sparrows chittering, water glint. One dime enough? In response to the Ragtag Community prompt charitable.
The way Jody decorated for Christmas is she took a couple of horseshoes and hung them over the doors. She arranged them to suit her moods and tastes, which usually changed a couple of times in the four or five days between their first placement and their removal. On this particular day in late December, … Continue reading The Branding