DPF / Woodson

For parents, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Parents Poem / by Jacqueline Woodson

I can still feel their voices and hugs and laughing.
Sometimes.
Sometimes I can hear my daddy
calling my name.
Lonnie sometimes.
And sometimes Locomotion
come on over here a minute.
I want to show you something.

 

DPF / Wave Books Poetry Bus Tour

For a happy birthday to my sister today, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Journal, Day 46 / by Wave Books Poetry Bus Tour

Truth is, I’m in LA today, at a 2-day conference for experimental poetry called Impunities.

DPF / Tracy

For giraffes and rain, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Rain at the Zoo / by Kristen Tracy

Zebras zipped across the field.
It was springtime in Michigan.  I watched
the giraffe shuffle itself backwards, toward
the herd, its bone- and rust-colored fur beading
with water.  The entire mix of animals stood
away from the trees.

DPF / Glück

For the Friday that happens early Saturday morning, from Poems 1962-2012.

from Japonica / by Louise Glück

The rain had stopped. Sunlight
motioned through the leaves.

DPF / Ryan

For color and light, from The Best of It.

from Every Painting by Chagall / by Kay Ryan

every air fish, smudged Russian,
red horse, yellow chicken, assumes
its position not actually beside
but in some friendly distribution

DPF / Kocot

For flocks of angels, from Soul in Space, by Noelle Kocot.

from This is Your Life / by Noelle Kocot

Then, just like that, a devoted silence
Dissolved into the night like a flock of angels.
What more could I have wanted?

DPF / Ryan

For delay, from The Best of It.

from Grazing Horses / by Kay Ryan

Sometimes the
green pasture
of the mind
tilts abruptly.

DPF / Heaney

For making metaphor-making look as simple as breathing, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Casualty / by Seamus Heaney

To get out early, haul
Steadily off the bottom,
Dispraise the catch, and smile
As you find a rhythm
Working you, slow mile by mile,
Into your proper haunt
Somewhere, well out, beyond…

DPF / Marquette

For dreams of the other kind, from Poetry, March 2016.

from Want / by Gretchen Marquette

When I was twelve, I wanted a macaw
      but they cost hundreds of dollars.

If we win the lottery? I asked.

DPF / Herrera

For ways of travel, real and surreal, from Senegal Taxi, by Juan Felipe Herrera, our Poet Laureate.

from Mud Drawing #32. Ibrahim, the Village Boy / by Juan Felipe Herrera

…I slowed my taxi I opened the soft door stepped out Sahel too and Abdullah the waters of the ocean flushed us out of the taxi on a round street under the dark winged stone of the sun.