DPF / Musgrave

For the last day of the 2015-2016 football season. It’s always sad to see the season go, but I do like fairytale endings. Today’s poem’s from poetryfoundation.org.

from Dew / by David Musgrave

Half their lives are spent in clouds
         of condensation or the cold heat
of a winter sun where even the crowds
         seem like droplets on the concrete
rose of the stadium.

DPF / Levin

For the inevitable, from Poetry, February 2016.

from Cloud Fishing / by Phillis Levin

Take care or you’ll catch yourself,

A fish might say,
As inescapable skeins of shadow
Scatter a net
Over the face of the deep.

DPF / Tate

For the amazing James, from The Prose Poem: An International Journal, edited by Peter Johnson.

from All Over the Lot / by James Tate

The boy grinned up at me. My old tweed vest was infested with fleas. I started walking backwards. People were shoving me this way and that.

DPF / Plath

For one who, in another era, might have been saved, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Elm / by Sylvia Plath

Clouds pass and disperse.

Are those the faces of love, those pale
irretrievables?   

DPF / Edson

For trails and tales, from The Rooster’s Wife, by Russell Edson.

from Fairytale / by Russell Edson

Out of the distance into the foreground they come, Hansels and Gretels dropping egg shells

DPF / Kaminsky

For dreams, from Dancing in Odessa, by Ilya Kaminsky.

from Marina Tsvetaeva / by Ilya Kaminsky

                            She laughs
as a child speaking to herself:
soul = pain + everything else.’

DPF / Padgett

For colors and tapestry, from How to Be Perfect, by Ron Padgett.

from History Lesson / by Ron Padgett

I think that Geoffrey Chaucer did not move
the way a modern person moves.
He moved only an inch at a time, in what
we call stop action.

DPF / Valentine

For the upcoming holiday, thinking of Jean Valentine, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Sanctuary / by Jean Valentine

Yes I know: the thread you have to keep finding, over again, to
follow it back to life; I know. Impossible, sometimes.

DPF / Howe

Errata: a few edits in today’s: For planets, like the ones we research with our fifth grader every weekend, from poetryfoundation.org. Did I say, “every weekend”? I meant every weekend.

from Three Persons / by Fanny Howe

Their winter systems
sparkle like the diamonds
that pelt Neptune.

DPF / Howe

For planets, like the ones we research with our fifth grader every weekend, from poetryfoundation.org. Did I say, “every weekend”? I meant every weekend.

from Three Persons / by Fanny Howe

Their winter systems
sparkle like the diamonds
that pelt Neptune.