For daughters, from Mermaids in the Basement.
from For My Daughter / by Carolyn Kizer
I held my breath that night
to the light sound of rain
and prayed you to grow.
DPF/ Ali
For rain and more rain for our drought, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Rain / by Kazim Ali
The pages of my notebook soak, then curl. I’ve written:
“Yogis opened their mouths for hours to drink the rain.”
DPF / Herrera
For and from our U.S. poet laureate, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Water Water Water Wind Water / by Juan Felipe Herrera
alabama wind calls alabama
and the roofs blow across red clouds
inside the divine spiral
there is a voice
DPF / Padgett
For sonnets and muses, from How to Be Perfect, by Ron Padgett.
from The Art of the Sonnet / by Ron Padgett
Last night I said hello
to the little muse
the smaller than usual muse
DPF / Goodfellow
For beautiful comma beautiful punctuation comma from a new and lovely book comma Mendeleev’s Mandala. Thank you, Jessica!
from The Function of the Comma is to Separate / by Jessica Goodfellow
For instance: the clock in this room is loud comma relentless comma repetitive comma annoying
DPF / Ruefle
For the beautiful stuff that fell from the sky this past week, from Cold Pluto.
from Rain Effect / by Mary Ruefle, b. 1952
shining like satin on the black street,
on the tips of patent leather shoes, Hokusai’s
father who polished mirrors for a living, Hokusai’s
father watching the sky for clouds, Hokusai’s father’s son
drawing rain over a bridge and over the people crossing
the bridge
DPF / Mark
For love, acceptance, obsessions, and what to take to forever, from West Branch Wired. The whole grand unbelievable believableness of it is here:
http://www.bucknell.edu/west-branch-wired/sabrina-orah-mark.html
from If You Need Me, MOTHER is the Poem Where I’ll Be / by Sabrina Orah Mark
I ask my MOTHER what useless thing she would take with her if she was to go away forever. She wants to know, what do I mean by “useless?” “Like a photograph?” she asks. And then she begins to worry: “What about the necessary things will they have the necessary things where I’m going?” “Forget it,” I say. “This is all too much,” she says. “Plus I think the stock market is crashing.”
DPF / Laughlin
For dreams and more dreams, from Poems New and Selected, by James Laughlin.
from In the God’s Dreams / by James Laughlin (1914–1997)
What is the message of these
dreams? Into what kind of world
is Hermes leading me? It’s not
the world described daily in the
New York Times.
DPF / Padgett
For the way grief leaps out unexpectedly, from Collected Poems, by Ron Padgett.
from Prose Poem (“The morning coffee.”) / by Ron Padgett
Papa Bear looks disgruntled. He removes his spectacles and swivels his eyes onto the cup that sits before Baby Bear, and then, after a discrete cough, reaches over and picks it up. Baby Bear doesn’t understand this disruption of the morning routine.
DPF / Nye
For worry over the little ones, be they boys, girls, or baby goats, from poetryfoundation.org.
from 300 Goats / by Naomi Shihab Nye
Another frigid night swooping down —
Aren’t you worried about them? I ask my friend,
who lives by herself on the ranch of goats,
far from here near the town of Ozona.
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