Monday, February 6, 2012
This week our prompt is such small moments keep people alive
And this prompt comes from this lovely poem;
the click of miracle, by Charles Bukowski
at the quarterhorse meet
at Hollywood Park
around 5 p.m.
if you are sitting at
ground level
in the
Pavilion
the track appears
to
be
above you
and
in the strange
shadow-
sunlight
the silks
are
so
bright
the color
is
like
fresh paint
on
canvas
and
the faces of
the
jocks
look
heroic.
it's a
grand
time
then
a perfect
and
peaceful
photograph
dream-
like.
such small
moments
keep
people
alive.
such small
moments
so
large
when
it
all
comes
together
and
holds.
Meet us tomorrow in the Hot Shot cafe at 3!
And this prompt comes from this lovely poem;
the click of miracle, by Charles Bukowski
at the quarterhorse meet
at Hollywood Park
around 5 p.m.
if you are sitting at
ground level
in the
Pavilion
the track appears
to
be
above you
and
in the strange
shadow-
sunlight
the silks
are
so
bright
the color
is
like
fresh paint
on
canvas
and
the faces of
the
jocks
look
heroic.
it's a
grand
time
then
a perfect
and
peaceful
photograph
dream-
like.
such small
moments
keep
people
alive.
such small
moments
so
large
when
it
all
comes
together
and
holds.
Meet us tomorrow in the Hot Shot cafe at 3!
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Hello everyone!
This week our prompt is you have forgotten why.
And, with this amazing prompt, we bring you a poem. Enjoy!
From Out of The Cave by Joyce Sutphen
When you have been
at war with yourself
for so many years that
you have forgotten why,
when you have been driving
for hours and only
gradually begin to realize
that you have lost the way,
when you have cut
hastily into the fabric,
when you have signed
papers in distraction,
when it has been centuries
since you watched the sun set
or the rain fall, and the clouds,
drifting overhead, pass as flat
as anything on a postcard;
when, in the midst of these
everyday nightmares, you
understand that you could
wake up,
you could turn
and go back
to the last thing you
remember doing
with your whole heart:
that passionate kiss,
the brilliant drop of love
rolling along the tongue of a green leaf,
then you wake,
you stumble from your cave,
blinking in the sun,
naming every shadow
as it slips.
Come and join us in poetry club this week, you won't regret it!
This week our prompt is you have forgotten why.
And, with this amazing prompt, we bring you a poem. Enjoy!
From Out of The Cave by Joyce Sutphen
When you have been
at war with yourself
for so many years that
you have forgotten why,
when you have been driving
for hours and only
gradually begin to realize
that you have lost the way,
when you have cut
hastily into the fabric,
when you have signed
papers in distraction,
when it has been centuries
since you watched the sun set
or the rain fall, and the clouds,
drifting overhead, pass as flat
as anything on a postcard;
when, in the midst of these
everyday nightmares, you
understand that you could
wake up,
you could turn
and go back
to the last thing you
remember doing
with your whole heart:
that passionate kiss,
the brilliant drop of love
rolling along the tongue of a green leaf,
then you wake,
you stumble from your cave,
blinking in the sun,
naming every shadow
as it slips.
Come and join us in poetry club this week, you won't regret it!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Hello everyone!
This week our prompt is you have forgotten why.
And, with this amazing prompt, we bring you a poem. Enjoy!
From Out of The Cave by Joyce Sutphen
When you have been
at war with yourself
for so many years that
you have forgotten why,
when you have been driving
for hours and only
gradually begin to realize
that you have lost the way,
when you have cut
hastily into the fabric,
when you have signed
papers in distraction,
when it has been centuries
since you watched the sun set
or the rain fall, and the clouds,
drifting overhead, pass as flat
as anything on a postcard;
when, in the midst of these
everyday nightmares, you
understand that you could
wake up,
you could turn
and go back
to the last thing you
remember doing
with your whole heart:
that passionate kiss,
the brilliant drop of love
rolling along the tongue of a green leaf,
then you wake,
you stumble from your cave,
blinking in the sun,
naming every shadow
as it slips.
Come and join us in poetry club this week, you won't regret it!
This week our prompt is you have forgotten why.
And, with this amazing prompt, we bring you a poem. Enjoy!
From Out of The Cave by Joyce Sutphen
When you have been
at war with yourself
for so many years that
you have forgotten why,
when you have been driving
for hours and only
gradually begin to realize
that you have lost the way,
when you have cut
hastily into the fabric,
when you have signed
papers in distraction,
when it has been centuries
since you watched the sun set
or the rain fall, and the clouds,
drifting overhead, pass as flat
as anything on a postcard;
when, in the midst of these
everyday nightmares, you
understand that you could
wake up,
you could turn
and go back
to the last thing you
remember doing
with your whole heart:
that passionate kiss,
the brilliant drop of love
rolling along the tongue of a green leaf,
then you wake,
you stumble from your cave,
blinking in the sun,
naming every shadow
as it slips.
Come and join us in poetry club this week, you won't regret it!
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