Clean fill wanted.
Fill ‘er up.
Post buffet belly full.
Fill the empty space, erase the years.
The birds return
set sights on sites and sing
in fervor with that mating thing
You take to the road
push pedals for a hundred k
while I wait for petals,
seek something to say
and all of these are just the way
we mark each new spring.
Me. You. New.
POETS! You are cordially invited to contribute an original poem or link to https://shawnbird.com/poetic-diversity-project/ Today’s exploration- POEMS OF PLACE. Please feel free to comment instead, about your environment and how it contributes to your writing.
They’re hiding out at Huyter’s House
amid tutus and two by twos.
Keren constructs costumes and walls
Her production can not stall
(though reproduction’s done, y’all).
Garage transformed to costume shop
Gladly reformed for custom stops.
Accost tutus and two by twos,
Keren will hand a hammer to you!
(For my amazing friend Keren, of Huyter’s House of Costumes, because the dance studio productions don’t really care whether the new sewing room is finished or not!) 🙂
We just hung this large, stunning drawing in our house. Elaine Holmes is an artist and teaching colleague from down the road. I fell in love with the piece at an exhibition in the Salmon Arm Arts Centre called “Dark Nights” 10 artists celebrating the solstice. We’re delighted to own it! It just asked for its own poem. 🙂
This morning unfurling itself
I have awoken surly.
The low clouds match my mood
The sky is surly, too.
Inside the house,
the Christmas mess mocks
in its surly aftermath.
The snow plow
dragging itself through the city
scrapes with surly determination.
My surly swirl of grumpiness
has me in good company,